Grouse Thicket no more innocence left to spill

These men were... confusing. Their language was thick and hard to understand, and Lio was pretty sure there was a permanent, very confused, scowl on their own face as they listened. 

Solpallur was the dark one's name. Lio made sure to keep that in mind. 

Tries you. See what makes you.

Oh! That was something Lio thought they understood. 

"To know what I'm good at?" That was something the Carroch wolves had done with their children. Tested their abilities and directed them in certain life paths. "They told me that I would be good at traveling. Learning. I am good at communication." Emotion, too, but they doubted these men would care much in that regard. "I am not a fighter." 

Maybe that would disappoint them. Lio didn't know.