"I heard about that." Inessa told him the same thing. The names stuck, and there was no changing them. That's going to look interesting in the history books, Carver muses. "If anyone cares to write this all down, people in the future are going to read about them and their names and are going to wonder if the Wardens went daft." Then again, given Clarel and the First Warden's idiocy, maybe they really had.

Sadly, Carver's never known the feeling. But like Kain, he's not fond of talking about his feelings all that much, so he keeps it to himself. Besides, he can probably make a good guess as to what it's like. Right? "Almost like mabari, then." Not that he's experienced that, but at least he knows of it. "Good to know. We'll see what hap - PAH!"

Ghostface decides to headbutt him there, cawing affectionately before nipping at Carver's fingers. "Oh for - they're not sausages! I brought you some before, and you ate all of them."