Kalysto: *glances at the tusks, then lightly pokes one of them, frowning as he discovers that they’re razor sharp* Who did you steal these from…? *sighs* It’s not a matter of permision, Desiree. It’s a matter of strength and endurance, and if I don’t pass the bar, I don’t live. As simple as that.
Zulmire: *grabs one of the tusks and begins to wiggle it, wanting to know how sturdy it is on Kalysto’s head* They not be from somebody. They be wooden, sharpened, and dipped in hardenin’. You see how useful ‘dey be. *nudges Kalysto* I hope you be ready. Th’ pack moves out soon. Den you go an’ prove yourself t’ dem.