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Another question occurred to Hector. By the way, uh... why do you--I mean, er, why do you guys all have such weird names?
Excuse me?
Its just, uh. Yknow. Garovel isnt exactly a normal name...
When I was alive, it was.
Yeah, but you just said that most reapers arent as old as you, said Hector. But every reaper Ive met so far has a weird name like yours.
Ah. Youre wondering why you havent encountered a reaper with the name Jeff or Bill yet?
More or less, yeah.
A few of those exist. The main issue, though, is that its just very rare to meet a reaper who was born less than five hundred years ago.
What about Bohwanox? Wasnt he pretty young? Compared to you, at least?
Yeah. He was a curious one. Having a name like that but not the ageto go with it is definitely odd. I suspect it means that, ratherthan being old himself, Bohwanox was born in an old place, so tospeak.
What do you mean?
He was probably born in one of the very few reaper enclaves in the world.
Hector wanted to ask more about that, but he couldnt formulate a coherent question before Garovel kept talking.
Places like that are EXTREMELY traditional. And very wary of outsiders. So much so, in fact, that I cant even tell you where one ofthem is right now. I used to know, but they moved, as they often do.They tend to believe that a nomadic lifestyle is the easiest way to keep themselves hidden in the long-term. And they might be right.
...Why do they want to hide themselves?
Because there are a lot of dangerous people who would probably liketo get their hands on a reaper breeding ground, as it were.
Hmm.
And you think Bohwanox was one of those reapers?
Probably. No idea why he would have left his community, though. Boredom, maybe. He didnt seem like he had anything in particular that he was trying to accomplish, outside of just reaping souls. Ah, maybe it was a sense of duty that drove him out into the world.
It sounded like Garovel had more to say, but abruptly, Hector could sense a new air flow through the rock ahead of them.
Were almost to the other side, said Hector.
Zeff stopped, but only briefly. His pace seemed to increase even more, though Hector wouldnt have thought that even possible a few moments ago.
Sure enough, the last chunk of rock slid free, and rather than pushingit all the way back through the tunnel, Zeff shoved it forward andoutward.
Finally, their digging had reached its end, and Hector completed the last bit of the tunnel while Zeff stepped out to shine his lamplight around.