"maybe with a few less listening ears around i'll tell you some interesting tidbits, but for now just know that i don't like being called lad" shiro says evenly before throwing the rock back hard enough to knock kothar from the tree with a large welt forming on his forehead. shiro goes about picking some berries for dinner, popping them into his mouth and obviously not really liking the taste despite how younger people tended to like sweets but he made no complaint and ate them anyway since he didn't appear to have any choice. after a few minutes of picking berries for the both of them shiro hands some off to mihai'en and sits down to rest against the dead fall, saying evenly "and honestly if you want a stranger to tell you about them it's normally customary for you to tell them something about you first" as he relaxes and cleans his well kept blade which looks old but well kept, most likely an heirloom or hand me down from a soldier or scavenged from a corpse given the fact that shiro seemed to be all alone out here with just the woods and a killer demon-dryad for company