FOX
"You're welcome." They're right, and Fox is absolutely ready to move on, but Hawke's apparent curiosity pairs with his politeness (and lack of social contact) and cements his feet in their place on the shoreline. "Oh, er... that was actually going to be lunch," he explains sheepishly, of the paper parcel he'd removed. "I was passing through on my way home."
Granted, 'home' is still a ways off, but it's not too much trouble to camp out given the weather. "Though you're right, I do sometimes carry it around as bait, too. It can draw some monsters in, but usually only when I want them to appear." At least, that's been his experience so far, but Hawke's remark definitely gives him something else to worry think about.
Nodding in resigned agreement about the Grounds, he shifts the bag on his shoulder again. "It's less messed up than it used to be, but... yeah. Plenty of business, especially for people trying to work the land."
Unable to help but scoff at the idea of being blessed by any god, Fox shakes his head. "It's just what I've always done, I suppose. Back when the barrier was up there wasn't really much choice of career, right?" He shrugs. "That is, assuming you're from the Grounds...?" They could be only visiting, after all; Fox has run into a few 'tourists' lately, for lack of a better word.
"I used to be an Ascended, believe it or not. So blessed isn't my experience," he admits.
Granted, 'home' is still a ways off, but it's not too much trouble to camp out given the weather. "Though you're right, I do sometimes carry it around as bait, too. It can draw some monsters in, but usually only when I want them to appear." At least, that's been his experience so far, but Hawke's remark definitely gives him something else to worry think about.
Nodding in resigned agreement about the Grounds, he shifts the bag on his shoulder again. "It's less messed up than it used to be, but... yeah. Plenty of business, especially for people trying to work the land."
Unable to help but scoff at the idea of being blessed by any god, Fox shakes his head. "It's just what I've always done, I suppose. Back when the barrier was up there wasn't really much choice of career, right?" He shrugs. "That is, assuming you're from the Grounds...?" They could be only visiting, after all; Fox has run into a few 'tourists' lately, for lack of a better word.
"I used to be an Ascended, believe it or not. So blessed isn't my experience," he admits.
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
