"That is kind," Fox echoes with a smile like a bandaid over a deeper cut; he can't imagine a world where people are considerate and generous to other races just because, even when shown evidence of it right before his eyes. And so as Hadama pushes himself up to join him in the impromptu jewellery workshop, the hunter takes up his file and his obsidian shards again, carefully smoothing out any barbs or sharper edges that might nick at the skin.
He can't help but notice, of course, how his new acquaintance works with deft familiarity for the tools, Fox tilting his head to watch for a few moments. "Are you a craftsman?" he asks. "It's already looking better than my efforts." If anyone asks, he'll tell them he's going for a rustic look. You know - like it's on purpose.
"Well, there's a lot more water there than previously. The war split the grounds into a few different isles - they're connected by bridges," he explains. "Depending on where you are, the waters can be calm or dangerous. Right now we're having trouble with ROUS and allogators - er, big rats and crocodiles, if you haven't heard of them."
He can't help but notice, of course, how his new acquaintance works with deft familiarity for the tools, Fox tilting his head to watch for a few moments. "Are you a craftsman?" he asks. "It's already looking better than my efforts." If anyone asks, he'll tell them he's going for a rustic look. You know - like it's on purpose.
"Well, there's a lot more water there than previously. The war split the grounds into a few different isles - they're connected by bridges," he explains. "Depending on where you are, the waters can be calm or dangerous. Right now we're having trouble with ROUS and allogators - er, big rats and crocodiles, if you haven't heard of them."
welcome to the desecration, baby
we built you up and we'll tear you right down
