Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
Though he knew the other man was new, nearly as new as one could be, Nate still scoffed at the suggestion of the fae, his eyes rolling. "I don't know any fae. And I'm not going to get the chance to meet any, because I'm not leaving here, and I'm not allowed in their shitty woods anyway." Another huff, Nate shifting again, stretching his neck and his shoulders. "There's other people the gods like though. I know a few." Well, he knew one, really, who he thought might be liked enough to actually help him get an answer, maybe.
The snap of fear in the other man settled something in Nate again, his gaze hard for a moment longer before he relaxed again, cracking his fingers while he considered his words, considered the best way to distill a bunch of history he had only ever heard half assed and second hand. "The uh... Voice tried to lead some kind of uprising against the Old Gods, so they hate her. And anything associated with her. So, me." Actually, not that hard to run through quickly. Skipped a lot of the details, but the stranger was the annoying type who'd actually ask questions, if he cared enough.
The snap of fear in the other man settled something in Nate again, his gaze hard for a moment longer before he relaxed again, cracking his fingers while he considered his words, considered the best way to distill a bunch of history he had only ever heard half assed and second hand. "The uh... Voice tried to lead some kind of uprising against the Old Gods, so they hate her. And anything associated with her. So, me." Actually, not that hard to run through quickly. Skipped a lot of the details, but the stranger was the annoying type who'd actually ask questions, if he cared enough.
NATE
