"Spill it! Spill it already! Why are you scared of women?"
As Shitless tried to escape, Onest simply wouldn't leave him alone. He kept asking the same question over and over again until the poor monk felt a headache coming on.
After chasing each other through several streets, Shitless finally gave up. Since he couldn't even fly while Onest clearly could, there was no point trying to run anymore.
"Ready to tell me?" Onest asked, crossing his arms.
Truthfully, he knew very little about the monk's early life.
Only that he had grown up in a church before eventually getting thrown out after either burning something... or peeing on something.
Even Onest wasn't entirely sure which version was true anymore.
"Sigh... fine..." Shitless sighed before sitting down on a chair outside a roadside stall. The two ordered a couple of cold drinks after the long chase.
Taking a deep breath, the monk finally began.
