A few of them he grasped, but probably not in the way Hob meant for him to.
Sett knew very well how questions could get on one's nerves. How earnest curiosity could stab the mind and wrench anger out of it, but he'd long embraced such facts. Some things were unavoidable, and while Sett tried to disarm these kinds of things by almost weaponizing his casual tone to dispell the awkwardness if asking, he knew his questions didn't always land right. But he also knew he could smooth those things over.
His neck craned when Hob brought himself up to his full height, but he seemed none the worse for the wear for doing so. The reality of this new situation hadn't quite yet sunk in, and while he was bombarded with quite a lot of new things, he really hadn't processed it much. It was like he was a skipping stone across the surface of a lake at the moment.
Sett's eyebrows rose, his lower lip pouted to show he was impressed, and he nodded his head with the gesture. This man wasn't fresh out of the bunks or trenches, but he held himself with a familiar sort of gravity that Sett recognized. Those types usually just regarded Sett as a punk--what with the way his shoulders tilted and he held his weight on one leg. Sett, himself, stood much more loosely and fluidly. There was not so much formality there; it was more of a swagger.
"Feywilds, bog, and Major, I get. Never heard of the rest'a that so it might take a little explainin' at a later date. You're pretty impressive, though." He had no problems complimenting others where due.
"Sett. Half-human, half-Vastaya, all me. I ran a business back home, nothing prestigious like becomin' a soldier, though." Sarcasm and ire saturated his comment about being a soldier with a saccharine sort of friendliness. The friendliness that was more an underlying insult, but yet, when he spoke, he also smiled easily and flicked a wrist in the air. The gesture could have been to pontificate or undermine his intentions.
"Never heard of a bugbear or goblin before, though. 'Those tribes, orrr..bloodlines?"
Sett and Hob sharing a microaggression but neither of them know what that is and cope differently
A few of them he grasped, but probably not in the way Hob meant for him to.
Sett knew very well how questions could get on one's nerves. How earnest curiosity could stab the mind and wrench anger out of it, but he'd long embraced such facts. Some things were unavoidable, and while Sett tried to disarm these kinds of things by almost weaponizing his casual tone to dispell the awkwardness if asking, he knew his questions didn't always land right. But he also knew he could smooth those things over.
His neck craned when Hob brought himself up to his full height, but he seemed none the worse for the wear for doing so. The reality of this new situation hadn't quite yet sunk in, and while he was bombarded with quite a lot of new things, he really hadn't processed it much. It was like he was a skipping stone across the surface of a lake at the moment.
Sett's eyebrows rose, his lower lip pouted to show he was impressed, and he nodded his head with the gesture. This man wasn't fresh out of the bunks or trenches, but he held himself with a familiar sort of gravity that Sett recognized. Those types usually just regarded Sett as a punk--what with the way his shoulders tilted and he held his weight on one leg. Sett, himself, stood much more loosely and fluidly. There was not so much formality there; it was more of a swagger.
"Feywilds, bog, and Major, I get. Never heard of the rest'a that so it might take a little explainin' at a later date. You're pretty impressive, though." He had no problems complimenting others where due.
"Sett. Half-human, half-Vastaya, all me. I ran a business back home, nothing prestigious like becomin' a soldier, though." Sarcasm and ire saturated his comment about being a soldier with a saccharine sort of friendliness. The friendliness that was more an underlying insult, but yet, when he spoke, he also smiled easily and flicked a wrist in the air. The gesture could have been to pontificate or undermine his intentions.
"Never heard of a bugbear or goblin before, though. 'Those tribes, orrr..bloodlines?"