"Mmm, yes. A human sense of morality I suppose. Perhaps it will be interesting to have an outsiders opinion" One of the many tentacles fished its way into a sleeve producing what looked to be a scarf. There were what two black spots painted to look like nostrils from a boar. "Though, even with a dissintrest in violence you may find use in this. The nose of the huntsman would be its name in your tongue. With it, you will know your surroundings much better as no sent shall escape this nose"

Well, thanks, I guess. [b]He was still wary of the man, but the offer of a gift caused him to lower his guard a little, placing the axe upon his shoulder rather than his hand. He quickly reached out and took the scarf from the offerer, before tempering his manners.[/b] What's your name? I'm Dale, Dale Morrison. [b]His feet shifted back, as if he was ready to bolt at any moment. Sometimes these types of men did not like the mention of names- something about true names having power. [/b]

"My real name would be... unpronouncable. Cognivermis might be more preferable to your kind." Once the scarf was removed from its limb, the tentacle slithered back to join the others laying on the ground. "There is more unique items if you wish to proceed. I will not judge how you proceed. The man in white was amusing after all" [spoiler]Probably will post the next trial tomorrow. [/spoiler]