The tall Ramen smiled at the two girls. He was so happy with how peaceful it was here, it put him at ease, he stood tall even without his cloak on, enjoying the view of the woman and her child.<b>“I would love to see the weapon maker, I feel my group will be moving on, and I do suspect I am welcome for longer than a short stay.”</b>Though that may have sounded slightly rude, it was intended that he would not stay past his welcome or be a burden to them.<br/><br/>He heard her talk about his species in one short sentence and realized that was about it, For the most part everyone in his race was either a mad rapist for just a normal person trying to not be killed, like him.<b>“That's us, Ramen in a nut shell. We have made a few cities and towns here and there, I've never been to any but from what I hear they are back ally places, not a fun place to be alone in.”</b><br/><br/>Foran kept walking hoping they were going towards someplace to replace his claw glove. His thoughts went back again to what kind of weapon he would want. He almost missed when she asked him about before coming here. The Ramen looked at himself and turned a brighter shade of red. His cloths had been wet and left them to dry somewhere else, he only wore his pants at the moment.<br/><br/><b>“I normally wear more than this. I burn easily” </b>He rubbed the back of his spinney head his spikes had grown out and were ready to be used now, he hated the feeling, like he was a walking time bomb ready to go off at any moment and immobilize someone.<b> “Before we came here my group was attacked by some children of the forest, fey. They didn't do much harm besides ripping apart the cloth of one of our females. And using some weird smelling oils on us. I lost my glove in a fight though.”</b>He lifted his hand to show her the bare hand and then they other to see the difference, once being a dark brown leather hand and the other being soft white.<br/><br/><b>“So if you do not mind my asking, How old are you? You seem so young to be a mother”</b>He had some idea of how old the bird people were, but he had never gotten to know enough to be able to tell ages apart. Twinkle was a child, but how long did they stay children? Twenty years? Ten? And again how long did they stay young, until their last days? He had not seen many elders in the village.<br/><br/>Foran looked at the woman and his eyes found themselves at her round breasts for longer than he meant to.<b>“So, your people do not wear very much do they?”</b>By the time he asked the question he had moved his eyes away from her and regretted asking such an awkward question.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>