"<span style="color: #800080">If you are not with them then there is little reason for you to cause me trouble. The Echidnas that denied me the freedom to choose how I would dwell in this world, they claimed this world to be Mobius, at least that is what I remembered from a thousand years of imprisonment for slaying my creator in cold blood.</span>" Spoke Zavyr as he lowered his staff and returned to the unfinished repair of his hat after which he felt like removing the dagger from the dismantled swatbot and checking his now regenerating body to see how much damage remained as if his body was a health guage of sorts.<br/><br/>The wolf that found him so interesting spoke out as if trying to reach something outside of his visual range. Zavyr looked around seeing and hearing only the animals and plants of the area. "<span style="color: #800080">It is probably one of the creatures of the area, one of those machines, or the creatures from those villages I've seen besides the one I'd wish to never return to.</span>" Muttered Zavyr before noticing the cheeta with the arm of plant and earth.<br/><br/>He accepted the complement but decided not say anything as his mind was fixated on the creatures unusual arm. He eventually snaped out of it at the menton of the so called Swatbots. "<span style="color: #800080">So those annoyances have a name, do you also hold lore of why they have decided to not leave me alone?</span>"