"Aww," Luca cooed. He popped around to one of the hens and starting poking around it. The hen clucked disparagingly, as if proud of itself even as it sat in the cage with the other, more timid chicken.

"Ya' haven't reached the 'twilight of your life', yet, Jiru!" Luca waved his hand out in a grandiose gesture as he said 'twilight', imitating the deep voice of the average well-spoken storyteller. "The day is young! Do something! Maybe if you can train hard, and get a proper eyepatch..."

Luca pondered on the thought. He imagined Zhijiru, wearing a set of full platemail. A black eye-patch covering his afflicted eye, and a greatsword hanging from his back. A well-trained mercenary ready to fight for gold, God or country, and a little sexy too.

"Zhijiru, the Land Pirate! Zhijiru the Iron!" he rattled off potential nicknames as he poked the annoyed hen. "Zhijiru the Dark Knight. Zhijiru the—"

The young man yelped as the hen bit his finger, and clucked disapprovingly as he snatched his hand away from the cage. "You need to tame this hen before she goes on a rampage, Jiru," said Luca, poking his head around the corner of the wagon to look at the shopkeeper right in the face with a toothy grin. "She's a natural-born killer, I tell you! Arm her with a sword and she will take down knights and kings!"

Luca laughed, rubbing his sore, chicken-bit finger.