[ He's glad he doesn't have a pouch of gold on him to be lost because anyone in the so-called lively crowd could steal it without a fuss. Fjord swings wide around the Prismals only to veer back into place beside Julian. It's rich to hear him saying exactly what Fjord was thinking, uncannily so. Thankfully he isn't getting mind-reader vibes, Julian is just riffing off what he's heard.
Obediently, he wrenches a hunk of nondescript meat off the stick and shreds it around the tusks growing into his bottom teeth, sucking his fingers daintily after a small massacre. ]
It's very good, yes. Could do with some crackling.
[ A half-orc of few words, albeit genuine ones. ]
Well, Julian ... You know me now, so you're not really alone either. [ Reading into that sentiment a little and finding it lonely around what it doesn't say, he pins him with a look. ] I know we only recently met but if you need help, you're welcome to call on me.
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Obediently, he wrenches a hunk of nondescript meat off the stick and shreds it around the tusks growing into his bottom teeth, sucking his fingers daintily after a small massacre. ]
It's very good, yes. Could do with some crackling.
[ A half-orc of few words, albeit genuine ones. ]
Well, Julian ... You know me now, so you're not really alone either. [ Reading into that sentiment a little and finding it lonely around what it doesn't say, he pins him with a look. ] I know we only recently met but if you need help, you're welcome to call on me.