Lone Star Mountain skittering goblets of bile

It pained him to listen to it all. Not emotionally. It simply hurt his ears each time that call rang with such ferocity. Although it finally broke. Literally. He wondered if the strange had screamed themselves raw from it.

Finally he found it fitting to emerge from his place below. Slowly inclined up the level the stranger was on. Last time this had gone horrible and he half expected it to go that way again.

Why do you call?

One eye looked to one eye.

Almost a mirror of men.