Mm . . . I was about six. It's a good story, I suppose.

[He puts his other hand on top of Chariot's and hums quietly for a moment, just thinking about it.]

I was walking home, and I found a man hurt. He was afraid . . . and there were people looking for him. I didn't like the look of them, or the way they walked — they looked like men who would hurt people weaker than themselves. So when they asked me if I'd seen that man, I said no, I hadn't seen anyone like that.

And my Gold Experience came to me and grew grasses up over him, so that no one would find him until I came back to make sure he was safe.