Martin looked into his jornal that he had kept with him in a pouch that was hung around his neck. He wrote something down, and started to put it back.
"What's that?" Ayrebis asked.
"It's a jornal... you know, you keep your secret thoughts in it... I guess " he said.
"Can I see it?"
"Um....." Martin felt uneasy. "I guess.... but talk about anything you see in there, ok?!"
"Alright." Ayrebis waved his hand over his mouth. "Zip."
Martin handed it to him and he looked through it a little bit and gave it back.
"Unzip." he said waving his hand across his mouth again.
"Now you promised. Remember?"
"Right nothing that I saw leaves this room right?"
"... Right... can I trust you?"
"Yup!"
Martin walked over to the wall and leaned on it. Then he said,
"You got anything to eat around here?"
"Um... well let's see" Ayrebis answered. He walked over to one of teh coners of the cottage and opened a hatch in the floor. In it was a large amount of Stolen food. There was some honey glazed donuts that he had stolen from the Kotir Bakery, and some sugared walnuts neatly packaged. There was also, of course, candied chessnuts. There was much, much, much more Ayrebis motioned to Martin to come toward him. Martin did and almost fainted at the site of all the food.
Ayrebis didn't tell Martin that the food was stolen, he never told anyone that came there. That's why he hid it, but he also hid it from the Kotir army. Him and Gonff get together and started like a club of stealing things. Every other week they would trade goods with eachother that they had stolen.
Martin hadn't had a meal like that in ages. Ever since he got out of the prison with Gonff he hadn't eaten much. Although he didn't remember Gonff or Gingivere. Ayrebis looked at Martin with a strange face, he'd almost consumed his whole meal... even though Ayrebis was only about 1/4 done.
"You sure are hungry. Do you want anymore?"
"Oh no thanks." Martin said as crumbs flew from his mouth from the bread he had just eaten.
"Okay."
They sat there and talked for a long time about eachothers past... although Ayrebis wasn't getting much of an answer. Just a "...I can't remember." or "I don't know." Ayrebis just let him ask all the questions.
"So where am I?" Martin said.
Ayrebis looked at him puzzedly. "Um... what?"
"Where am I. I can remember, I just wanna know am I in MossFlower or..."
"Oh... Your in MossFlower. South of Kotir."
"Kotir? That's a town right?"
"...right."
"I'm sorry I just wish I could remember."
"Don't worry about it. Guess what I'll write a letter to one of your friends and asking them to come to my cottage then we'll see if you remember. How does that sound?"
"It sounds great. But I really don't remember any of my friends. My only friend now is you."
"Well I'll get writing you get some rest."
"Alright."