I've been thinking too much.
Not intending to stay all that long. Nathaniel can only listen with poorly veiled amusement to this declaration, one he has certainly heard before. He wonders how long the fellow has before getting chewed up by the spire monster.
“Well,” says Nate, lifting his free hand to run through his hair, a minor tell of something like embarrassment. “You might want a weapon or something if you end up near the big black tower. The monster around there is nothing to take lightly.” Of course, maybe this will only encourage the reckless behavior. Nathaniel can’t be sure, but at least he gave the warning. It won’t be his fault when the Outlander ends up dead.
He probably ought to say something polite, something like nice to meet you, but it isn’t exactly, and Nate doesn’t think he’s ever actually said nice to meet you in his life. Maybe under threat of physical violence. Maybe when he was much younger, and much smaller. Instead, he just says, “Nate,” his expression dubious. He can’t fathom hearing anything other than an obituary, really, but at least the Outlander has personality. “Good luck out there, Big Deal.”
Unless the Outlander does something to keep him, Nathaniel intends to head back home. A lot of work awaits him, and the farther he is from Outlanders and Spark Bird perches, the better.
“Well,” says Nate, lifting his free hand to run through his hair, a minor tell of something like embarrassment. “You might want a weapon or something if you end up near the big black tower. The monster around there is nothing to take lightly.” Of course, maybe this will only encourage the reckless behavior. Nathaniel can’t be sure, but at least he gave the warning. It won’t be his fault when the Outlander ends up dead.
He probably ought to say something polite, something like nice to meet you, but it isn’t exactly, and Nate doesn’t think he’s ever actually said nice to meet you in his life. Maybe under threat of physical violence. Maybe when he was much younger, and much smaller. Instead, he just says, “Nate,” his expression dubious. He can’t fathom hearing anything other than an obituary, really, but at least the Outlander has personality. “Good luck out there, Big Deal.”
Unless the Outlander does something to keep him, Nathaniel intends to head back home. A lot of work awaits him, and the farther he is from Outlanders and Spark Bird perches, the better.
Nate
