O'walu stored those words in his memory. It would not be wise to ignore the advice of a God, even if it was not your own. He mulled over their words, trying to make sense of it; how he hated riddles! A human concept borne of foolish trickery. Such things did not exist in the forest.<br/><br/>The hunter listened to the bard and Sera speak, thinking they understood the meaning of the hidden words more than he did. With a sigh, he rested his head on Naomi's shoulder, just realizing his fatigue. It hit him like a sack of grain, and now only the thought of sleep dominated his mind. "I will assist in a search of the orphanage. At dawn, however. My eyes grow heavy with sleep."