Prrrgadilly
True Gramarye
"No, you deserve better than this, Tallah." Mac said, as he looked over at the elf boy. It hurt him to see his caretaker like this.
"I mean, everyone has gone through a heartache. It's just what happens. And we all end up paying the price. But at no point should you blame yourself for something like this. I mean, if Garren can't see you for how awesome you are, that's his fault. Not yours." The large man chuckled to himself. "Hell, you healed me without question when he just dropped me in here. You are amazing, Tallah. I'm sure that there is a way that could bring you back. I wanna help you." The man smiled a hopeful smile, and patted his back.
"Okay?"
Tallah was silently stunned. He had not expected someone like Mac to have such a soft heart, and it showed plainly on his face. He drew back from the man to get a better look at him. "Why do you feel such a need to comfort me? We know nothing about each other, and there is no reason for you to care." He asked the large man in a voice overflowing wuth acute curiosity.
"Whoa, that's cool! Let's call it... Hmm... Badass Mountain!" Lyla said, "I like that name!" She grinned, looking at the dusty barren wasteland. "Everything's so red, I bet some awesome story teller could come up with a cool myth to explain that"
"I think you'll wind up being the only one to ever call it that." Garren laughed heartily as he led Lyla along the path her hand still intertwined with his. "I bet the planet was once the battleground of a great and powerful race. They fought themselves into oblivion until only the blood they'd spilt remained. Don't forget to keep walking. We're on a tight schedule."