"They're called Mashed Serpents," the ring spirit explained as she played with Cultivator's earlobe. After seeing how soft his earlobe was, it drooled a bit and bit on it, munching on it as it seemed distracted.
Cultivator removed his earlobe from her hold as he asked with a sense of urgency, "What's with the stupid name? Tell me more about them as quickly as you can. Also, why are they chasing after us? Why have the vines been stirred up?"
"I made up that name." The ring spirit pouted, disinclined to talk anymore as it sulked. It then used his earlobe as a crutch to shed tears.
"Fine, fine." Cultivator relented as he spoke, "That's actually a pretty good name. Now that I take another look at them, your name makes a lot of sense."
