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Tanner took his eyes off the scars and nodded.

"Indeed. A scar is a sign of a warrior. Some would consider them signs of recklessness. The Cowboy and I agree, however, that they are symbols of courage, but only if they involve a tale. A simple scar from a slip or a fall is idiotic in the presence of one who has battled the beasts of Grimm, and has returned from the struggle living, if slightly pockmarked." Tanner looked at Triste.

"Forgive me if I sound like a suitor, attempting to win thee over. I am not, no offense meant. But thy scars, coupled with thy feathers, compares thee to a bird of prey, a great battle hawk in flight. My body has only one scar, one which we are on the fence over." Tanner stood up and lifted his right sleeve, revealing a long gash on the upper arm.

"Initiation. A Beowulf attacked us without warning. Saved by our comrades, but almost unable to assist." Tanner rolled his sleeve back down.

"Ah, but that is enough about myself. Sir Arro, I notice thou hast returned to us. Do any tales exist in thine memories?"