Christopher
"I suppose it's any hero's story."*He'd say with a laugh.*"I guess I'll look to the day he finally enacts his revenge. Tzu was a fighter you know. Tried attacking me even while everyone else fled. It didn't do anything, but I could respect him enough in that to let him live."*The Elf would give the bird one last pat, soon placing him on his shoulder and allowing the bird to climb his own way back up into his hair.

His gaze would shift to the sleeping golemnling, a creature the Elf didn't typically get to see hanging around.*"So how'd you end up getting the pet rock?"*He'd ask.*"Did the loneliness just happen to set in one day?"*The Elf would smirk at the joke off of what the pet was, eventually turning his head away from her to focus more on the fire.*
Edward
"Yeah, it must be something I heard in a bar out there." She laughed briefly, glancing at the small creature before he returned to the comfort of Terrel's hair. "Tzu is really brave. Probably if it was the same situation with Puff, he would have played dead and given up." Mai patted the golemling's belly twice, not hard enough to wake it up. Ironically, Puff, even though he was a rock, was a very light sleeper.

"One day I was going to relax a bit in the forest after some work, and I ended up meeting him with some other golemlings. He was the only one who trusted me. We ended up becoming friends and now he follows me wherever I go." She glanced briefly at her friend, smiling genuinely. "Sometimes I have to leave him somewhere safe while I work so I don't run the risk of him getting hurt. We often miss each other, but in the end he always knows where I am. Despite being a rock he is very smart."
Christopher
"They typically end better than what's realistic."*He'd say commenting on the story.*"Any real fool going to fight something a hundred times their size would just end up dead. Then again, Tzu is still alive, so I guess he proves me wrong."*He'd smile at the thought for a moment, thinking back to the old fictional stories about adventurers and warriors. It was hardly true, but it had the potential to be. Maybe this was one of them.

He'd listen to Mai explain how she randomly stumbled upon the golemnling among others of it's kind. A companionship story like any he supposed. The Elf would look over at the rock, perplexed if not for a brief moment. They had enough cognitive ability to think it seemed. It was a wonder how they were able to do things that its non sentient form couldn't.*"You ever tried teaching him anything?"*He'd question once the curiosity got the better of him.*
Edward
*Hero stories, eh?* She never believed these kinds of stories when her mother told them to her, but always ended up spending sleepless nights telling them to her younger brother. "I guess that goes along with *'never say never'*, there is no way to know for sure how something will end." 

"I tried, but with his physical condition it's hard for him to do any tricks. He always ends up falling to the side." She laughed a little, looking at the sleeping rock. "The most he can do for now is follow me, and like I said, somehow find me. He probably has a good sense of smell, oddly enough." Mai stretched for a brief moment, leaning against a nearby log. A few seconds passed without her speaking before she began to speak again. "Where do you plan to go after here?"