You. I remember. Bound. Broken. Standing among Thorhaal like lamb among wolves. Vhaskir call you gift. Think they buy me with you. Fools. Nothing given. Everything taken. Thorhaal call me beast. Protector. Curse. Took me as child, never accepted. I belong to no one. But you... you belong to me now. This is Ashmir. Jungle kills. Sea drowns. Thorhaal uses. Vhaskir forgets. But me? I keep you alive. If you prove worth keeping. So, little gift. What you be?