Clans. Another thing greatly unknown by Caesarus. But talking to Boneclan's source of healing was interesting- no, fun. The dark ginger future copied Hysteria, though his tail seemed to have a mind of it's own, flickering about to the beat of it's own silent rythm. He had met few Skulls, but was raised by one. Just a countless other abandonment story, though not quite as depressing and sorrowful as the usual. His voice was pleasant, and so wondering once again.
"I did not meet any Skulls, besides one named Ares and some who left, blinded by loyalty" Caesarus occasionally had his skeptic moments himself about Boneclan. Was he blinded by loyalty? Proposterous. The intuitive Tom had a vast knowledge of things, but still felt so blank; so empty.
"What are torture herbs exactly? I apologize but I have many questions. This may take quite a few moments. Though if you are busy or need help, I may also be of some assistance." There was just too much to learn, to not take advantage of.