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He nodded, unwrapping a small amount of bandages on his right hand. "That is correct. My world is in a state of constat war, and scars like this are common." He said simply, displaying his burns for Lief to see. He then rewrapped it after letting him take a look. "So yes, it's very different."

Ember still leaned into Liefthous, listening silently to the two men talk about the Hall in a different manner than what she was used to. The woman only looked back to the male when he glanced at her, unsure of the conversation and decided to stay quiet. At the new man's show of scars, the red-head was conscious of her own once more, and thought that maybe they weren't from different places. The grey-eyed woman was tired though, and kept the thought to herself.

Ember curled her legs up onto the chair now, getting slightly more comfortable in the man's warming offer. She switched her focus between them from time to time.

Lief returned the nod. "May I ask what your world is like, in that case?" He raised an eyebrow to display his curiosity. Though he would be listening, his thoughts would be threatening to take over his focus.

Another world.. Was this statement true? And, if so, how? He scoffed at his own thought. How? Many people had magicks and divinations, didn’t they? It wasn’t too strange if something like this were to happen. But, then again, the rumors he had been told spoke of these folk to be.. dangerous. Though, the stranger didn’t appear to be a threat. He would keep himself on edge, ready to raise fists if needed.

He went silent, the simple and innocent question causing him to almost immediately shut down. "It is... for lack of a better world, hell, at least for me." He said, sighing. "Most people there have injuries as I do, but much less so. It may be much better for most, even a paradise for some. I, however, am persecuted due to what I have become." He said before returning to silence, at least for a second. "There is no magic, unlike the world you come from, but technology is rather advanced." He then stopped talking, and didn't continue.

Lief echoes his words, confused. "Technology..?" Though it wasn’t pronounced correctly, it was close to ‘tech-nu-lugy’. He didn’t seem to notice, nor care, enough to correct himself, so he continued. "What is meant by your words, Sir..?"

He seemed bewildered, though he had heard of the term before as he was passing through a village from the West. He understood what the West Villages said was strange, though he had never thought to ask. Now, hearing the peculiar word again, he wished he had asked a question or two.

"You don't have technology in your world? Hm, no matter." He said, the strips of fabric on his head shifting slightly around his mouth to indicate a sort of grin, or at least smile. "Well, technology, or tech for short, could be a lot of things. Cars, electronic devices, guns, bombs, etc..." He said, his grin fading. "Anyways, i'd elaborate if I knew more of the workings of most technological devices. Could you perhaps sate my curiousity for something real quick?" He asked hopefully, uncertain whether or not his theory was correct. "Would your world be described as medieval? Are there kings and queens, knights and mages, possibly even magical creatures?" He asked, his burned eyes seeming to light up.

The Hellion blinks. "I s’ppose I’ve seen a gun or two.. though, not many. They aren’t common from the South." He answered with a slight nod. "This.. technology wasn’t advanced or noticed in my hometown, I’m guessing. I’ve heard it’s common from the West side of things, though they are strange.. people, and I wouldn’t suggest bothering them."

He raised an eyebrow at the next question, his oversized, elf-like ears perking. He brought his ghost-white hair into a slick ponytail to gesture to the two, curled, emerald-colored horns that rested over his ears. "As in ‘magical creatures’ you mean non-human or non-mortal beings, correct? And as for the Rulers.. I’m not positive about other places, but my village has a Lord. We don’t believe in the King and Queen system."

(( I won't be able to reply for a few hours after this, apologies! ))

Ember wasn't sure about the talk of teknolowgy or King or Cween or gums but she was more than thoroughly confused, her eyebrows even knitting together progressively. She half pressed her face into Liefthous' shoulder, arms still crossed, and sighed lightly.

Lief sent another glance at Ember, wondering if he was bothering her. He moved slightly, attempting to make himself and her more comfortable, if possible. He crossed his legs and wondered.

What was so useful of having two Rulers? Wouldn’t they bicker over decisions and have different views on problems? And why were people like himself considered ‘magical creatures’? Of course, they used magicks, but they weren’t creatures or animals of any sorts! They were just like anyone else, weren’t they?

He kept these thoughts and questions to himself, his brows still furrowed as he sent his mind to trace over his and the stranger’s previous said words.

Toby Green walked into the building in a hunched over tramp, seemingly having covered a few too many night shifts recently. “Bartender, I’d like a black coffee with several shots of... I don’t know, stronger coffee?” He sputtered, collapsing onto a nearby table’s bench.

Aleron shivered, seeming to snap back to his senses. His eyes flickered open as he quickly rose to his feet. Taking in his surroundings, he realized he was standing outside of the feast. He turned on his heels, he wondered if he had fallen asleep while he was pondering.

He stumbled back inside, deciding it was too cold for his liking. Aleron shut the doors and scanned over the different faces, his eyebrows pinched together. He spotted his old friend seated alongside a women whom was unfamiliar. Seeing as Lief was having conversations, Aleron made his way to the bar.

He took a seat and glanced at the man who had nearly fallen onto a bench. He chuckled and turned his head to face him. "Are you alright, Sir?"

He pushed himself up and looked at Aleron with an emotionless look across his face.“The rocks don’t make sense. We’re getting payed to make the rocks make sense, and they don’t. Everyone gives me the rocks because they’re idiots. I don’t know what to do with this many rocks.” He mumbled, pushing his extremely messy hair out of his eyes.

Aleron raises an eyebrow. "Rocks?" He mumbles. "What do you mean..? Why would people give you rocks?" He blinked in bewilderment. He wondered if this man had gone insane, but he just furrowed his brows and asked questions. Perhaps he wasn’t, perhaps he was. Aleron wasn’t so sure of what to say, nor what to do.

“Because it’s our job to study them, of course. How else would we know what the rocks do? They give me the rocks they’re being payed to study and I do all the work.” He said, sleep deprivation taking its toll.

Aleron stared at the exhausted man with a curious look. "What do you find interesting about rocks..? Why study them?" He questioned, folding his arms with a tilt of his head. Before the man could answer, Aleron asked yet another question. "Are you alright, sir?" He blinked multiple times before he focused on the stranger once again.

He shook his head, sighing. “I don’t find ANYTHING interesting about them. Not a single detail, even despite their more... un-rocklike, qualities. But unit-watching doesn’t exactly put you up in the ranks....” he proclaimed with a yawn. “And to answer your second question, no, I find that I am not quite alright, or even close, because aforementioned rocks need to be watched 24/7 even though nothing. Ever. Changes.” He said, waiting for his coffee to arrive.

"If the rocks don’t change, what’s the point in watching them? Is this some sort of job? Because-" Aleron chuckled lightly, grinning. "-it sounds ridiculous. And, if you don’t enjoy it, why continue doing it? Is it some sort of family tradition?" The knight glimpsed around the bar, narrowing his eyes slightly. He turned back with another question. "Unit-watching?"

Ember felt the man shift and glanced up to him, wondering if he was going to move. Once he settled down she leaned back into Liefthous; now pressing her cheek to his shoulder instead, her eyes slightly droopy. She was still slightly guilty for using the man but she can't remember the last time she gave herself rest or even slept.

The woman was only half paying attention to the conversation held between the two, a flicker of confusion rippling through her.

“As I’ve explained, it’s a job. It is my job to watch the rocks now. I have no idea what happened to...” he trailed off, staring down at the floor. “It IS ridiculous! I don’t care about the rocks, the authorities don’t care about the rocks, the other leaders don’t care about the rocks, it’s ONLY Zerr, but I can’t argue with Zerr, nooo, Zerr’s never been wrong about something Toby, Zerr knows what he’s doing Toby, you know what happens if you keep this up Toby. That’s all I get! Maybe if you actually showed up to the meetings or told us anything about you at all we’d trust you more!” He said, clearly very angry at this ‘Zerr’ figure. “Oh, unit watching? That was my job before. Well, it still is my job... I’ve kind of got to cover everything by myself. Unit watching was my main thing, though, before I became ‘the rock observer’. It’s basically.... it’s... it’s pretty confidential.” He said, reaching for his drink which just arrived.

Aleron clicked just tongue and nodded, coming to a somewhat understanding. "Well," He leaned back on his heels. "If you could choose some sort of different job, what would you choose?" He took note of the name ‘Zerr’, just in case he would need to recognize the name later in time.