Getting K to laugh is rare. At least it has been for Vrenille. Maybe others have heard it before, but he's hard pressed to think of a single other instance, and the feeling of it blooms warm in his chest.
He actually has an answer about quaggans as well, which is almost surprising to him--one of those stray bits of information he's learned about his own world in the years he's been with his guild. Before he left Ebonhawke, he wouldn't have known any of this.
"It's 'cause it changes 'em. Physically. They go kinda scaley 'n scarlet, like armored fish, grow big pointy teeth. They call it 'the rage,' and mostly they can't control it. They just destroy whatever's in their path. It's shameful in their culture, getting like that." Which, now that he's saying it aloud, all sounds like stuff K can probably relate to.
"Valuable allies though," he adds "the ones who could. There were one or two who joined the Pact, enraged pretty much all the time. They held the line out in the jungle, sometimes when no one else did. It's the sorta thing that makes me think...well, it probably ain't my place to say, but I think Earth'd probably better if there were some non-human races there.
"Humans on their own are assholes." He's not even mincing words about that. "I saw it in Ebonhawke. Shit, I was part of it in Ebonhawke. First time I met the members of my guild, I said awful things to 'em."
He doesn't elaborate on that though because they're entering the tunnel, and far from signs of trauma or discomfort, Vrenille is turning on the spot, his face upturned, grinning at the fish in the water overhead. "See now this is more like Divinity's Reach."
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Date: 2022-09-22 01:23 pm (UTC)He actually has an answer about quaggans as well, which is almost surprising to him--one of those stray bits of information he's learned about his own world in the years he's been with his guild. Before he left Ebonhawke, he wouldn't have known any of this.
"It's 'cause it changes 'em. Physically. They go kinda scaley 'n scarlet, like armored fish, grow big pointy teeth. They call it 'the rage,' and mostly they can't control it. They just destroy whatever's in their path. It's shameful in their culture, getting like that." Which, now that he's saying it aloud, all sounds like stuff K can probably relate to.
"Valuable allies though," he adds "the ones who could. There were one or two who joined the Pact, enraged pretty much all the time. They held the line out in the jungle, sometimes when no one else did. It's the sorta thing that makes me think...well, it probably ain't my place to say, but I think Earth'd probably better if there were some non-human races there.
"Humans on their own are assholes." He's not even mincing words about that. "I saw it in Ebonhawke. Shit, I was part of it in Ebonhawke. First time I met the members of my guild, I said awful things to 'em."
He doesn't elaborate on that though because they're entering the tunnel, and far from signs of trauma or discomfort, Vrenille is turning on the spot, his face upturned, grinning at the fish in the water overhead. "See now this is more like Divinity's Reach."