Still rubbing his ass, and smiled wide at Isabel "I see your point, though I think my own was sharper." Zame looked at his hand, just a little bit of blood. Giselle sat down next to the two of them. "Sounds like a good reason to be here. However you don't know me, nor did I say my name. My reasoning is my own, as is Isabel's. I won't judge another person ever, or blatantly insult them when your sitting next to them." Zame withstood insults and verbal abuse from several people back in his home village. Always talking down to him, this woman reminded him of several of the adults mages in the village when he was growing up. His voice staying at a calm level not rising to a yell of anger merely agitation, "It's fine that I remind you of your brother, maybe it brings a feeling of family to this realm for you, but I am not him and never will be. I won't do what he has done, simply because of that. I view more things seriously then most people believe, I handle situations differently that's all." Suddenly hearing a voice from no where specific stopped Zame before he could truly begin to rant on. Listening to the short god that appeared and stood on the lake, he managed to relax again. "Ideas are never good or bad, our actions that enact them are what should be described as such. Does that make sense Shang?" The words came out of his mouth, but took a moment for him to piece together what he had said.