He really couldn't shake these people off.
After the caravan stopped for the evening at the foot of some hills, Damon sat under a tree with a raven and a squirrel sleeping lazily on his head.
They had been out scouting from the air all day.
This was his normal group — except, for whatever reason, the group of eccentrics decided they wanted to sit with him.
"Why do I always attract the odd ones…"
Lena handed him a bowl of watered-down soup.
Damon glanced at it… then shook his head.
"I'll pass on that."
She shook her head.
"Ah ah… but you have to eat. I know it looks bad… I mean, it's worse than it looks — I mean it's better than it looks…"
He raised an eyebrow. "You just said it was horrible… you shouldn't eat that either."
Ilukras nodded, holding his chin.
"He's right… that looks like dog shit. Even dogs wouldn't eat that."
Twilight sneered.
"I suppose they didn't teach you manners in the monastery."