Denthor was a little brat when he was younger. A real brat. He liked to get into things and destroyed them just to do it. Then as he got older, he mellowed out a little bit. Okay, a lot. It had to do with this crowd of friends he got himself attatched to. They were all a little older than he was himself, so he was always trying to impress them and be cool and everything around them. The leaders of the group were malicious and liked to play practical jokes that often ended in someone getting seriously hurt. They decided to play one on Denthor one day, setting him a task to find the Blue Quail’s Egg (an ongoing joke among them at the time. B.Q.E. was just the name they used for anything extremely outrageous and out of place in society). Denthor went with another friend of his, the more than slightly mad Jullian. Jullian insited on riding ahead of Denthor on the ‘hunt’ and consequently took the fall into the the trap that saved Denthor’s life. The spikes at the bottom had been rigged to only snag clothing, but because of the misprecison with which they were placed, they ended up impaling Jullian and narrowly missing Denthor who went down in a more controlled fashion after Jullian to see if she was still alive. Ever after, Denthor likes to think of the tricks that particular group played (and still does, to his knowledge) as ploys to use on enemies. He still does remotely consider them to be his friends, though he guesses all of them probably assumed he had died in the mis-rigged trap.