LOCKE
He nods to the question, "Being a solider really isn't my thing I don't think. And yeah Torchline. Born and bred." He's curious how the other man can tell. Surely it's not the tan or almost sun bleached hair. Or maybe it's the general vibe he exudes. Or his accent. Actually, it'd be harder to think he was from anywhere else besides Torchline.
He doesn't miss the glance, biting his lip as he watches him drink. "Oh? Not very long then. You'll have to come visit me in Torchline some day." Locke is a much easier person to deal with when he's got some booze in him. "How is it? Being here? Very different from where you're from?"
He doesn't miss the glance, biting his lip as he watches him drink. "Oh? Not very long then. You'll have to come visit me in Torchline some day." Locke is a much easier person to deal with when he's got some booze in him. "How is it? Being here? Very different from where you're from?"
I'm motivated by the lack of doubt
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
I'm consecrated but I'm not devout
