Stone Circle Do it for your pride - do it for them

Calloon didn't mind sharing - it was all he had done since his birth. It was almost all that a mono child could do very well, besides healing and thinking outside of the box. I mean; who would ever rip out their tongue just to escape the dungeons? Surely others would have fought - try to talk their way out, but the ghost had went to an almost unknown extreme in his culture. Altering ones fate came at a cost, after all.

Ah - the man is a jokester! These cold times call for warm comments - I like it, I like it. Laugher once again erupted, a little more thoughtful this time. It was very true what the man had said; though, if all was well, he would not die just yet. The Wise Ones would not have sent him to a welcoming place just to die. The Wise Ones had been cruel before, too cruel, and he believed that he deserved some mercy before his final days. He nodded excitedly before they moved on.

He shook his head in a "yes" at the first question, but his ears went like wings on the sides of his head - offended at the other question. He was young, but surely not a yearling anymore, and he shook his head in a stern "no". It was only briefly though, because not long after he found himself wrapping himself tighter to his new "bud". I don't mind sharing at all - especially not with kind men.