Zel listened curiously to Ahmaht's story. It was certainly an interesting tale. At the very least, he couldn't say he'd ever had to fight a plant-eating crocodile. Ahmaht soon handed the reigns over and Zel lowered his head slightly, closing his eyes. The foreigner had shared something with him, so sharing something back was the least he could do.<br/><br/>"Alright," he said. "Early in my childhood, my parents left this world. I met a sorcerer who was willing to take me in. For the first year or so he taught me a lot about magic and other skills, then he sent me out on many missions for him. Usually they were to retrieve information, or important artifacts. Usually the missions were dangerous to some degree. I usually didn't come out unharmed, but it was good real world training. On one hand, I'm grateful that he gave me skills to help me survive. But I'm glad he's dead."<br/><br/>Zel closed his eyes again. "He didn't teach me to be nice. He did it so I would be his dog. He was a terrible person and I'll never forgive him for all the pain he caused me." Zel went quiet then, leaving a rather awkward silence in the air. Unlike Ahmaht, it was clear he didn't have very many happy memories to share. No wonder he was so sullen sometimes.