A part of him wondered how far would be pushing too far, and he was fine with a non-answer as well. He certainly didn't take any pleasure discussing his family or the resulting scars that came from it. If gorgons were as loyal as they seemed, then it was a sore subject indeed. Maybe he wanted a sliver of a moment in sharing in pain that he could relate to, that others suffered as he had.
"A hunter..." He couldn't say he was surprised. "The snake purge." That's what the Guild called it when the hunt to eradicate gorgons had been at its peek.
He was stirring the brewing coffee, checking its readiness. The hiss might have been him being called traitor for selling the snakes out. No regrets yet. "You do. They seem as active at night as during the day. Your own personal little tea kettles."
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Date: 2020-08-24 02:01 am (UTC)"A hunter..." He couldn't say he was surprised. "The snake purge." That's what the Guild called it when the hunt to eradicate gorgons had been at its peek.
He was stirring the brewing coffee, checking its readiness. The hiss might have been him being called traitor for selling the snakes out. No regrets yet. "You do. They seem as active at night as during the day. Your own personal little tea kettles."