CHULANE
let's set the world on fire
He nodded - yes, he was actually referring to ice fishing, to the mages who manipulated the water to reveal holds in the ice shelf that covered the Sea of Glass, to the skilled fishermen who set lines in the frigid waters and pulled up delicious plunder for the city to feast on. It was something he admired, even if he was more comfortable working a field. It was all different branches of the great agricultural tree, and he would do what he could to know enough about it to help it if needed. But Halo had functioned well enough before he'd arrived - when it came to fishing, there wasn't much more to improve on."None taken," he waved away the comments, even if they hit a bit close to home. He hadn't exactly asked to be plucked up by the portal, to have his entire world shifted, to be thrust into this world of disaster and magic and supernatural chaos. "Alright, alright, Milo doesn't travel. Got it," he relented, dodging the urge to get defensive, to claim that he has a home, she's just off exploring right now, to snap and let his frustration rise up again.
"I guess the travel bug doesn't bite everyone," he shrugged, idly casting his gaze out over the space again, putting his empty glass down on the table. He wouldn't need long, just a few minutes of calm enough weather, to get back to the portal, to leave this place. It certainly wasn't the first experience of Torchline that he'd imagined - but then, when had his expectations of how things should work ever been met in Caido?
we can burn brighter than the sun
