“That sounds fun,” she said. “I bet it’s great having a voice in your head. I did for a small period of time, and I hated it.”
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"Fifteen years?" She stared at him. "You know, I almost feel bad for you."
"I got use to him after fifteen years, that doesn't mean that's how long he's been here. He's been living in me for about forty eight years now. He usually doesn't talk, and when he does it's just to tell me something I already know, or to just talk with me. He's not all that bad… most of the time," he gave a short laugh. What do you mean most of the time?
You heard me and I'm not taking it back.
How extraordinarily rude. I'll have you know that I could kill you in this very moment.
And what would happen to you then?
Point taken.
"Forty years? How old are you?"
"Try me," she said.
Hunter gave a snort that sounded a bit like a laugh. "Huh. Not as old as I would have thought."
"Seriously?" Hunter didn't seem to believe that, but shrugged. "And I'm only 140."
“Know how that feels,” Hunter muttered. Then, she grinned. “But now I can call you grandpa!”
“You’re older then me,” she said with a cheeky grin.
“Old enough for me,” she said. Then, she grinned slightly. “Yes, please. I hate not knowing more than the people I’m supposed to be helping on quests.”
"It's quite simple actually. You just have to know the way the walls bend and where the changes are. That just takes practice maneuvering in the dark to know how the cave looks based on how it sounds," he explained. "And you already know how an echo works. Pretty much all you want and need to do, is make your echo louder than you. And that takes a long time to do."
“How do you do that?” Hunter tilted her head. “Just by memorizing the formation of the caves?”
(Lol yeah …)
Hunter was fascinated. Not that she would ever admit it. She listened intently, and even tried it a few times, but with no success.
Hunter smirked slightly. “A few.”
She flicked the wall, and a decent-sized handhold made itself. “Follow me.”
Hunter made cracks in the wall all along the way to the top. Sometimes it took her a while, and she had to lean back precariously, looking at the cliff from an angle, before making a new handhold.
Finally, they got to the top. Hunter, panting hard but trying to hide it, shook out her arms and blinked rapidly.
Hunter was glad that he didn’t ask how she did that. She had shown too much of herself. She needed to be more careful. When he stopped, she turned. “What?”