[Right, yes. His perspective was likely skewed at this point in time. He wondered if his generous rescuer would even believe him if he spoke of where he had been, how long he had been held, or if it would sound like the fabricated ramblings of some mad man who had spent too long on the streets.]
Ah... yes. It is a long story, I think.
[He admitted, hesitating before picking up the cider. He shut his eyes for a moment and breathed in the aroma of it -- sweet and spiced. Something in it made tears threaten, a faint sheen to blue eyes before he took a sip, a soft appreciative sound as the warmth and sweetness touched his tongue.
His stomach, suddenly realizing that this promise of food was not some cruel illusion, chimed in with a growl, and Bren reached to pick up one of the sausages. He nodded his agreement at the caution.]
Ja. You're right of course.
[But he did nod miss that implication.] You practice the arcane?
[Fascinating. That had always had his interest, but he'd been a bit derailed in any attempts at study once he'd crossed paths with Trent Ikithon.]
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Ah... yes. It is a long story, I think.
[He admitted, hesitating before picking up the cider. He shut his eyes for a moment and breathed in the aroma of it -- sweet and spiced. Something in it made tears threaten, a faint sheen to blue eyes before he took a sip, a soft appreciative sound as the warmth and sweetness touched his tongue.
His stomach, suddenly realizing that this promise of food was not some cruel illusion, chimed in with a growl, and Bren reached to pick up one of the sausages. He nodded his agreement at the caution.]
Ja. You're right of course.
[But he did nod miss that implication.] You practice the arcane?
[Fascinating. That had always had his interest, but he'd been a bit derailed in any attempts at study once he'd crossed paths with Trent Ikithon.]