Looks of confusion spread throughout the entire camp once the question was asked, though none of the shrooms voiced this as they feared offending their new overlords.
"Well?" Lucius asked again, as Pagan looked to the sky. For the first time since he had known Pagan, there was a serious look on his face.
"Would the Lighted One mind if I told him a story?" Pagan asked, his voice nearly a whisper.
"Go ahead."
"This story is not like the Shri'killian that these creatures speak off. It is not a tale, Lighted One, for I was there, and I lived it," Pagan explained, a faraway look in his eyes,
"Lighted One, can you guess how old I am? How many communes I have cycled through?" he asked.
"10?" Lucius answered. He knew from what Hannibal had told him that Pagan was many communes past the others, so he figured ten would be close enough.