One land's legends are another land's ways of life, it seems.

[Ramza cobbled together some more of the powdery snow and made to fill out the snowpig's chest... but, seeing Lily reshaping the other ear, he carefully followed suit until he had his reasonably close.

Huh. The roundness really did lend it more the look of a pet than a beast. Who'd have thought?]

But fortunately we had our share of knights and wizards to match. [He laughs.] Besides, many of us had once thought a god of death a myth; how wrong we were...