"So, what was that? The "Eight Vasus" stuff."
"Damn, you talk a lot, you know that? More than that, you ask a lot of questions--can't you just keep quiet for once?"
Brushed off, Goldheve let out a yawn before moving past the corpse of the fallen ent, heading towards the left pathway instead of the other options--once again, displaying little to no method to his madness. After being so rudely answered by the tan-skinned man, Ren swerved to the rightmost path out of frustration, before reluctantly moving back and catching up with Goldheve.
--Am I a masochist or something?
"Are you really going to keep following me, kid?"
Goldheve picked at his own ear, moving and talking without looking at Ren as his dirtied, olive cape followed behind his step.
"--I'm not following you, we just happen to be going the same way."
"Oh, I see."
--He actually bought that?!
