With the unfamiliar voice behind him, Mynny just knew today was going to be eventful. He'd already annihilated somebody's hard work at marking the points on the hill, and no he'd met a real life ranger! Hopefully this expert could teach him a great deal about survival, and offer him as much protection as he could offer back - he felt they were destined as Master and Apprentice. The crossbow didn't frighten him, he figured that everyone would want protection in the wild, and as far as Mynny was concerned, he himself looked menacing. This, of course, wasn't true.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you!" Mynorys talked to strangers a lot, though the ones he talked to were bound to be friendly, as he came from a very community orientated part of Zeltiva. He straight-up walked towards the man behind the rock, wandering over despite the threat he posed. "You know how to fire a crossbow? That's so cool! I can't wait for you to show me." He didn't understand the seriousness of the situation. When Mynny thought about something, and made up his mind about it, he was already in that time frame. This meant, therefore, that he and this strange man were already very close acquaintances, and he wasn't going to act formally around him.
"Well anyway, I'm Mynny," Everything he did was intentional of becoming greater friends with the ranger. Suddenly, he had a realization of the situation. He then came to feel quite silly. Ashamed of himself, he frowned and turned his attention to the ground. "I'm sorry," He admitted, humbly. "I should have at least saved some of the fun for you." He would have honestly allowed the strange man to play with the rocks with him, had the man asked or wanted to. Now, Mynny felt like the worst Human in Mizahar.
As he processed it more and more in his head, he came to the conclusion that maybe the ranger didn't want to push tors with him after all. He lifted his head and was back to his confident and usual self. "Whatever," He managed, at an attempt to make the conversation much less awkward for himself. Suddenly, a burst of energy surged over him, and he threw out his broadsword from its sheath. He looked directly at the broadsword as he did so, making sure it carved a neat path through the air and didn't waver.
"I have everything we need already, I have a tent and stuff - a really, really big one, so I can sleep in it with lots of animals if I find any. I also have a sword for killing Zith, and I'm really good at being outdoors - but you're probably better. Will you train me? Where are we going first... ?" The questions poured from his mouth as he went on and on, slowly approaching the man behind the rock as he asked. Eventually, he was up against the rock, and staring down at the arrow in the crevice of the bow. He hoped that the man didn't want to kill him, but soon dismissed the thought having remembered that they were to become good friends.
"So yeah, I know that you're going to like me - and help me, and you probably need me, don't you?" Although it was half-wit and accidental, Mynny had probably cracked the situation. At the end of the day, he was smart, even if he didn't mean to be. Sword still in hand, he stooped down to bring his eyes to the level of the arrow tip. He stared at the point keenly, admiring how sharp it was - he'd never seen a bow before. Then, he went and did the rather strange deed of leaning over and smelling the arrow.
"It smells like dirt." The fact was all that Mynorys said, and he looked up beneath the hood of the figure as if awaiting a response. -{FILLER TEXT - IGNORE}-
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