The wrucilese levels the mercenary with a skeptical look and lavender brows furrow as processes the most recent of Nettle's tales. He'd like to think that he's a pretty good judge of what is and isn't true but…. that wasn't really the case with the other. Nettle's “fabricated” stories in the past ( and sprinkled them in with genuine ones, as well ) and though it honestly wasn't a big deal… he didn't want to seem gullible. A handful of times was enough.
“…Is that the truth or did you concoct that out of thin air?”
A chuckle reverberated from the Ghoul's chest. There weren't many people whose presence they enjoyed these days, but there was something about their feathered friend that put them at ease. "What do you think?" Before he could reply in indignation, Nettle continued, "That one is true." Some details were omitted but this was as close to the truth as one of Nettle's tales could get.
"I could show you the scars from it if you want." Their whole body was littered in them, many from their past-- life the origins of which they could not recall, but all that occurred within this one they could easily chronicle the cause. Despite having a body that would not die, certain things still caused it to scar. "They're quite nasty... I never thought I'd manage to land in a harpy's nest by accident, going after a cat no less."| @godforsakcn