“Where I’m from is a real big city without a lot of animals or trees, so maybe deers are like... representative of something we lost as a culture?” Innocence? Gentleness? A connection with Mother Nature? He’s got no idea... For what it’s worth, despite his job, Freddy is not actually a compulsive liar. Just someone with a need to please, even total strangers.

“A hunter? No way,” he laughs a little. Killing animals for sport is not something he’d enjoy, much as he likes guns. “I was a cop.” With that, he takes a drink from his own bottle. He’s unsure whether cops are even something they'd have in whatever medieval fantasy land Felix is from, so he explains: “You know, like law enforcement? Keeping people safe from bad guys.” It’s said unenthusiastically, without pride.