[Miles had honestly no idea what to say to that. It was probably pretty apparent on his face.]
That...er... that sounds disgusting.
[Was he tortured into eating them? Was it willing or an act of desperation? He had so many questions, but it seemed kind of rude to ask. Furthermore, the thought of eating such made his stomach churn a bit. Lt was probably best to try and change the subject.]
It was the same for me. What was your occupation back home?
[A fairly innocuous question. Yes, this was probably safer to ask. Geez, how did some people socialize so easily?]
Two socially inept men try to outdo one another with awkward
You are correct. It was not a pleasant experience.
[ though, he supposes that the look means that he should likely explain the situation. ]
My elder brother had tasked me with holding our homeland, and we were besieged for upwards of a year. Food had begun to dwindle, though thankfully we were relieved before the situation grew any more dire. I imagine it was more unpleasant for my younger brother at the time. He was only a boy of six.
[ but yes... onto the other subject. after he just lets that silence hang in the air. ]
I was a king. Were you also of nobility?
[ ...this was not exactly the easiest thing he'd ever done. ]
[Wow. He had really not asked for any details about that, but thanks.]
That sounds terrible! They would even go so far to treat a child with the same sort of fair?
A king? I suppose it makes sense why they would have brought you here then. And no, I am not. However, my adoptive family has their aristocratic roots I believe. I was the Chief Prosecutor back in my city.
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What is even happening in this conversation?
That...er... that sounds disgusting.
[Was he tortured into eating them? Was it willing or an act of desperation? He had so many questions, but it seemed kind of rude to ask. Furthermore, the thought of eating such made his stomach churn a bit. Lt was probably best to try and change the subject.]
It was the same for me. What was your occupation back home?
[A fairly innocuous question. Yes, this was probably safer to ask. Geez, how did some people socialize so easily?]
Two socially inept men try to outdo one another with awkward
[ though, he supposes that the look means that he should likely explain the situation. ]
My elder brother had tasked me with holding our homeland, and we were besieged for upwards of a year. Food had begun to dwindle, though thankfully we were relieved before the situation grew any more dire. I imagine it was more unpleasant for my younger brother at the time. He was only a boy of six.
[ but yes... onto the other subject. after he just lets that silence hang in the air. ]
I was a king. Were you also of nobility?
[ ...this was not exactly the easiest thing he'd ever done. ]
no subject
That sounds terrible! They would even go so far to treat a child with the same sort of fair?
A king? I suppose it makes sense why they would have brought you here then. And no, I am not. However, my adoptive family has their aristocratic roots I believe. I was the Chief Prosecutor back in my city.