Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

arcturus noted -- with something akin to light suspicion -- the almost-laugh in wraen's eyes. so she knew, likely, who he was referring to. arcturus' opinion of mal had been poor, and it was possible the same could be said of mal's opinion of him. arcturus was not a man of easy sympathy, and had looked upon the "claim" with a sense of irritability.

yet the topic of mal came to pass; arcturus forgot all of his ill-will, as wraen asked him of story-telling. admittedly, he had not tried it at all -- but the boy had no one on the mountain to test it upon. hydra? poor choice. dirge? arcturus supposed the man would have humored him, but he somehow did not think dirge would find the game amusing. the puppies, could possibly be great candidates -- if arcturus could get one to sit still long enough.

"no." he answered, his ears falling. "but i would be interested in learning more. there are puppies on the 'spear i think would benefit - and more likely on the way." his eyes lit up as wraen mentioned his brother; a smile graced his features briefly. "i will. as far as teaching.. i know only one thing well." he felt coarse, uneducated, a brute -- standing before someone who was articulate and clearly well-learned. whereas, arcturus was simply a beast of meat and might, and little more. "sparring."