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Calanon unsheathed his sword, and used it to salute Kuma. The Goron seemed very brotherly, and had offered food. Calanon took it as a fine honor, knowing how hard food was to come by. Though of course, rocks weren't exactly uncommon. Perhaps they were where Goron's lived? He declined his and Keane's offer, though gave them both his thanks, and sheathed his sword in a flourish. Long years of practicing with the blade let him slip it into his sheath without so much as looking at it. 

The comments from Kuma over the ground being ill confused him, but as he often felt a closeness to nature himself, he halted his next words and tried to 'feel' what the Goron meant. Until the words that had echoed in his mind earlier spoke out once more, calling his name and beckoning him inside the Tomb. Calanon did not need to be told twice. However, he was halted when the Shiekah showed herself, causing Calanon to turn and give an incredulous look. "???" was all that could really be discerned from his grunt of surprise when the lanky newcomer leaped over them and sped off faster than they could pursue or question. 

Unsheathing his sword once more, he held his shield aloft and headed into the opening of the Tomb warily. To be honest, he was quite glad for the dangerous air about the place as he descended the stairs to reach the room within. Not because he lived for danger. But he had just given his greetings to his new companions, and he never knew how to continue conversations.