"What- no! It got shot off when we were taking back the city, back home. Which kind of makes it hard to do what you were supposed to be doing and shoot at the enemy."

Cayde squinted off into the depths as though he'd find the answer there, his optics fixating upon his shimmery tail. He gave it an experimental flick.

"So. I remember there was a time me and a buddy of mine were at a funeral that just kept going on forever. And then there was a canyon or something, and I bet him I could...cross it? That was the big thing, although I'm having trouble trying to remember why that would be so difficult. I know I broke something doing it too... But I won the bet!"