Pearl
Listening closely to the story as John continued on with it, Amos realized the reason why he felt so comfortable was because there was no competition here. Nothing seemed to be at stake, and the interactions were cordial. After the canifor and city, it was a bit of fresh air to just be able to... Well, bullshit with someone and not be at risk for something going the wrong way. Thank the gods.

"Well, I suppose when you're done, I'll do the same," He said with a nod and smirk. As John went along with his story, he decided to fill in a few of the gaps, speaking briefly, "If she was worried that you were being hunted, then leaving someone weak and injured behind would conceivably give her a better chance at escape. Assuming of course that the mind behind the stalker isn't as sharp as your own." Before making a brief 'Continue' motion. It was a fun story, and really you didn't *Need* To explain everything, now did you? Stories without a hand holding outline tended to be best anyway. 

As John finished he thought and nodded, chuckling, "Seems you lot were lucky enough to run into one with a human mind. Or, you were rather." He left the fate of his 'friend' out as he felt he'd already alluded as to her end. Letting out a breath he smiles, "Well, well done, I suppose now I have to hope I can tie up mine if I can shake enough cobwebs loose." But that wouldn't be hard. Not at all.

"Whatever was in my cup, I woke up with a terrible headache and quite a bit of pain. My mouth was dry and I remember opening my eyes felt like a task fit for a stronger man than I was. Awful taste as well," As he interjected more truth to season the story. "By the time I fully got around I was plenty shocked to find that I was in some godforsaken Inn! Several towns over at that! I had one set of clothes I'm quite certain my sister bought off a farmer on their way to dispose of me, and of course I looked, well, *Look* Ridiculous." Reaching up he touched the base of a horn. "My sister always did have a soft spot for alchemies and strange magics. Given that I had played hell with her life as well, I'm quite sure that when my brother sought her out for help she jumped at the opportunity to have a living practice dummy, as it were."

He closed his eyes as if 'fondly' reminiscing, "They weren't quite this large to start, if I'm honest, but they were certainly noticeable. Not quite a hat rack I suppose but I couldn't hide them either, and the whole area was bruised, but not a mark otherwise. See for yourself," He said, and even obligingly parted his hair to prove there was no scar should John look. However, Elves tend to be incredibly resistant to scarring, so who knows? "To say the least I was both embarrassed and ashamed. Looked like a donkey as far as I was concerned, and how was I supposed to do anything in our circles being the literal ass in the room?"

He chuckles, shaking his head, "I never went back home. Never saw them again either. Probably for the best really."
Luis
The Drama chuckled some and nodded when Amos made his statement. It was a detail he chose to leave out, preferring to infer her intentions and subsequent punishment. After all, if he said *Everything* There would be no interest to be had.

"It seems are stories have somewhat similar ends and means. Where there is revenge and betrayal that ends in a form of injury and being away from some place." The Drama nods as he speaks, quietly affirming that his words are correct. He knew that Amos was telling the truth, but also telling a lie. He felt that Amos knew that about his own story as well. Though he had already conceded to accepting this lie and pretending it were true for long enough to slink away into the dead of night, it still irked him slightly. It was only fair that a liar would be lied to—of course—but he felt as if he was missing out on something incredibly interesting.

"Thank you for your time, truly. You tell good stories, Amos." The Drama smiled behind his mask and chuckled, reaching out his hand to shake Amos's.
Pearl
Stories finished, he supposed they had nothing left to do now. That was the only issue with telling lies to folks; Eventually they ran out, and eventually for that reason alone you parted ways. Reaching out he shakes John's hand, and up close perhaps Amos' nails looked odd; Thickened and oddly shiny. Though perhaps it was simply some cosmetic effect.

He kept his sleeves pulled well over his wrists however; That was not something he wished to have seen by anyone, and he didn't want to entertain a story about them. 

"Likewise, John. Better than most I've heard," He admits, letting go and exhaling as he looks at the road. "So now you know how I got my horns. That story under your belt, what will you do now? Head on your way? Add it to your collections?" He puts the cloak on, fastening it as he decides that he does not wish to sleep in the same location now. It felt a great deal less safe now that he's shifted his attention off of John's tale, and back onto his surroundings. Or it was simply knowing someone had just snuck up on his resting spot.