Bramen's expression turned almost sheepish, his ears turning a bit pink as he brought his hand around to rub at the back of his neck. "A hero? I wouldn't exactly call myself that..." he said with a short chuckle. "I wouldn't say I've done anything heroic - but the clan often found ways to talk about myself and Meallan. He and I were usually up to something, the Keeper usually had to keep an eye on us."

He stepped away and walked a bit, kicking at the ground before he looked over his shoulder, giving Dorian a bit of a grin. "Meallan once said I wouldn't be able to catch a wild hart. I told him I could not only catch it, I'd ride it bareback all the way back to camp. While the hunters were busy trying to determine the best place to lure one, I'd climbed a tree and kept watch. They slowly started getting it into place - I jumped out of the tree, landed on it's back. Let's just say he didn't appreciate that very much - nor did the rest of the clan when he destroyed two aravels trying to throw me off."