So, it was a bit of trickery and a bit of insanity. Seemed appropriate. [color=cc3300]”I’m not from anywhere, little fish; I’ve lived many lives and walked many paths. I’ve had many names, fought many wars, and been dead long enough to grow very weary.”[/color] Evren listened to her further, and chuckled humorlessly when she asked if wandering was tiresome. He inspected his hand again and was pleased to see it healed, and wiped the drying blood off on the grass beside him. [color=cc3300]”Many things are tiresome, but wandering isn’t so bad. Sometimes it’s nice enough I forget what I am.”[/color] Evren stood up and returned to his previous form, the unassuming German peasant materializing over his ghoulish body as if nothing had happened. [color=cc3300]”What about you, little fish? Doesn’t your lake get boring?”[/color]