Rory
It was strange, honestly—he'd never thought he'd meet anyone to who all of this information was news. Everyone in Caido had their own observations and theories, their own experiences and losses, but some things were just known by everyone, told to them as they grew up. And those who chose to not believe the full extent of these stories usually met a gruesome end. When he thought about it, they knew quite much about the monster and its habits, but nothing that put them any closer to freedom.
The idea of an entirely different life was .. daunting.
"Give or take a few greats," he said, suddenly self-conscious by Ronin's reaction. He didn't know how much truth there was to the story either. The idea of any group of warriors managing to taunt the monster for days without them all dying was.. a little too glorified, he thought. "And yeah, the way the story's told is that whenever.. whenever that-" He waved his free hand towards the looming Spire. "-happened, the monster came with it. That's one thing almost everyone agrees on."
Fortunately, none of them told him he was an idiot for his remark about their names; Remi even laughed, once more giving rise to those complicated feelings Rory loathed so. It felt strange to be capable of making such a learned and graceful man laugh, even though he seemed very easy-going.
Looking amused, Rory gave his head a slow shake. "I do," he confirmed to Remi, and while there was a lightness in his voice, there was also something grave lurking behind it in his eyes. Overestimating your ability to get away was one way to die here. His gaze lingered a second more on the Alchemist, before he turned it back to Ronin. "If anyone wrote down things from our earlier days, it's bound to be in the Aethenum, or lost to relatives of the original author." He hesitated for a moment then, once again putting his free hand against the pony's neck for comfort. "I'd.. I'd be interested in knowing if you find anything in there," he finally said, self-conscious about his request.
The idea of an entirely different life was .. daunting.
"Give or take a few greats," he said, suddenly self-conscious by Ronin's reaction. He didn't know how much truth there was to the story either. The idea of any group of warriors managing to taunt the monster for days without them all dying was.. a little too glorified, he thought. "And yeah, the way the story's told is that whenever.. whenever that-" He waved his free hand towards the looming Spire. "-happened, the monster came with it. That's one thing almost everyone agrees on."
Fortunately, none of them told him he was an idiot for his remark about their names; Remi even laughed, once more giving rise to those complicated feelings Rory loathed so. It felt strange to be capable of making such a learned and graceful man laugh, even though he seemed very easy-going.
Looking amused, Rory gave his head a slow shake. "I do," he confirmed to Remi, and while there was a lightness in his voice, there was also something grave lurking behind it in his eyes. Overestimating your ability to get away was one way to die here. His gaze lingered a second more on the Alchemist, before he turned it back to Ronin. "If anyone wrote down things from our earlier days, it's bound to be in the Aethenum, or lost to relatives of the original author." He hesitated for a moment then, once again putting his free hand against the pony's neck for comfort. "I'd.. I'd be interested in knowing if you find anything in there," he finally said, self-conscious about his request.
