"It's Roland's story, really. Most of them are." Cuthbert shrugged, tucking his slingshot back into his belt. "He's the one with the great and noble destiny. The rest of us just tag along to provide moral support and sharp one-liners." He rolled his eyes, smiling, but there was a real bitterness in there. It wasn't easy, especially for someone as proud as Cuthbert, to know that you would always be a footnote in someone else's history. Even after the years he'd had to get used to it, it wasn't easy. It was just that the alternative was striking out alone, and for how much he loved Roland, that just wasn't possible.

Flopping down next to her, he draped his arms loosely over his knees and shrugged. "Story for a story sounds fair, though. Although I'm warning you, prepare to be horribly disappointed by a tale that mostly consists of Roland being an ass and me and Alain rolling our eyes into the distance."