[ He only gives a small nod. There's some comfort now, although not always. Or maybe comfort's not even the right word at all. It would be difficult to explain without revealing more about himself, about his faith. He'll leave it there. ]
A big white rat?
[ There's an incredulous look on his face. The story reminds him more of Nayeshi fairy tales than anything from his own world, the one's drawn in viciously bright colors. As for oathbreakers, murders - he supposes he's exactly the sort of dishonorable man Jon is speaking of - the deaths he'd dealt for the Payshmura and Bousim had often been done in the dark, a knife between the ribs and a body discarded like trash, or left to be found in particular circumstances. To feed a man his own child is a particularly sick kind of cruelty, though.
His brow pinches when Jon explains the rest, and this time he gives a deeper nod, lowering his gaze. ]
You must hope for your own revenge against him, one day.
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A big white rat?
[ There's an incredulous look on his face. The story reminds him more of Nayeshi fairy tales than anything from his own world, the one's drawn in viciously bright colors. As for oathbreakers, murders - he supposes he's exactly the sort of dishonorable man Jon is speaking of - the deaths he'd dealt for the Payshmura and Bousim had often been done in the dark, a knife between the ribs and a body discarded like trash, or left to be found in particular circumstances. To feed a man his own child is a particularly sick kind of cruelty, though.
His brow pinches when Jon explains the rest, and this time he gives a deeper nod, lowering his gaze. ]
You must hope for your own revenge against him, one day.