[ Venros has no idea what manner of beast this so-called 'train' is meant to be. Maybe Rainier, that treacherous little human, or Apparatus with all of their magical gifts, had finally decided to cast him into some feeble dream. Perhaps they were using his limp body to bargain even now. Or perhaps Lolth had deigned to look upon him, and this was the expression of Her disgust.
In truth, he doesn't know what this is or why he had felt so compelled to it. He'd woken with the cold chilling him to the bone, and this unfamiliar shore was where he had found himself. A number had been branded to the inside of his wrist, like the slaves some houses kept for labor or meat.
He is... confused. This story - his people, the things he has done and the strangers he travels with - these are all just for show, are they not? A part of his character.
He looks down at the feeble human offering him a hand and grabs it by the wrist, lifting the little creature so that they're at eye-level. It barely weighs anything, perhaps an infant. ]
Tell me what you know about this 'train.' [ Venros' Common - English? - is accented with the rolling vowels of his native tongue, and he speaks it as if it tastes foul in his mouth. ] Speak before I find a better use for your tongue. [ He gives the human a shake for good measure. He's good at hiding things like confusion, and the pervasive chill that burns through him more readily than the sun. ]
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In truth, he doesn't know what this is or why he had felt so compelled to it. He'd woken with the cold chilling him to the bone, and this unfamiliar shore was where he had found himself. A number had been branded to the inside of his wrist, like the slaves some houses kept for labor or meat.
He is... confused. This story - his people, the things he has done and the strangers he travels with - these are all just for show, are they not? A part of his character.
He looks down at the feeble human offering him a hand and grabs it by the wrist, lifting the little creature so that they're at eye-level. It barely weighs anything, perhaps an infant. ]
Tell me what you know about this 'train.' [ Venros' Common - English? - is accented with the rolling vowels of his native tongue, and he speaks it as if it tastes foul in his mouth. ] Speak before I find a better use for your tongue. [ He gives the human a shake for good measure. He's good at hiding things like confusion, and the pervasive chill that burns through him more readily than the sun. ]