"Welcome," he states back plainly. He doesn’t see anything wrong with the sankta, probably because he encounters the same issues as well. If anything, its a strange kinship and normalcy he hasn’t known in a bit now.
That is.... until he finally notices the wings and floating bit his head. His eyes widen and he gets a little closer, hesitantly. He takes a hand and waves it over the man’s head, as if to check to see if any strings or something he can’t see is keeping it up. He doesn’t see any spirits either... When nothing comes into contact with his hand, he jumps back a little bit. “Are you sure this isn’t some infection?” he asks. “People don’t have floating spider legs..” He points at the wings as well, as they remind him of insect wings and limbs.
People don’t usually have this until its the beginning of the infection... maybe it had already spread in his home country and they didn’t fully become immune. He wasn’t sure about it, but he seems a more than a little concerned.
“I haven’t been sick either,” Lalli states. He can’t recall the last time he was, partially due to the fact the illness that is really considered a problem in his line of work is the one that he’s immune to. They have treatment for other illnesses, but its been a long time since Lalli has had to deal with any. He simply nods to the thanks... not sure how to take this.
“Very clear name,” Lalli comments. He listens a little absentmindedly about the illness plaguing Executor’s world. Rock illness... What is with everything and rocks lately? Maybe Executor works for the boring rock collector? “Rock illness... Very different from the Illness. All you need is to be bitten by a troll or breath it in if you aren’t immune...Do you work for the boring rock collector?”
Lalli scrunches his nose up and snaps a little bit, “I know. Trust me.” He doesn’t elaborate, even though he could. He seems serious enough, he knows full well and understands its importance.... quite a bit. His mind drifts to his family and home... Thinking about it makes him feel prickly. “Not everyone feels the same, I was warning you.”
“Trolls are the turned beings of animals and people,” Lalli explains. “A lot of them are better off dead. They tend to feel both dead and alive.” He bristles and looks quite annoyed and uncomfortable but mutters, “Sounds like a mistake to go there....” However, if Executor is insisting they will be safe... “This is stupid...Stupid...” he growls. “Can't we go to a doctor that's alive?”
Lalli nearly falls over, as he is not one to be used to lean on, but he tries to support the other soldier as best he can. He tries to keep the man upright and sighs, glancing at the gun’s strap across his back. “I use bullets... I have a few left... then I’ll need to reload... I also have a knife and my magic.” Magic would be effective... but also has its own risks.
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That is.... until he finally notices the wings and floating bit his head. His eyes widen and he gets a little closer, hesitantly. He takes a hand and waves it over the man’s head, as if to check to see if any strings or something he can’t see is keeping it up. He doesn’t see any spirits either... When nothing comes into contact with his hand, he jumps back a little bit. “Are you sure this isn’t some infection?” he asks. “People don’t have floating spider legs..” He points at the wings as well, as they remind him of insect wings and limbs.
People don’t usually have this until its the beginning of the infection... maybe it had already spread in his home country and they didn’t fully become immune. He wasn’t sure about it, but he seems a more than a little concerned.
“I haven’t been sick either,” Lalli states. He can’t recall the last time he was, partially due to the fact the illness that is really considered a problem in his line of work is the one that he’s immune to. They have treatment for other illnesses, but its been a long time since Lalli has had to deal with any. He simply nods to the thanks... not sure how to take this.
“Very clear name,” Lalli comments. He listens a little absentmindedly about the illness plaguing Executor’s world. Rock illness... What is with everything and rocks lately? Maybe Executor works for the boring rock collector? “Rock illness... Very different from the Illness. All you need is to be bitten by a troll or breath it in if you aren’t immune...Do you work for the boring rock collector?”
Lalli scrunches his nose up and snaps a little bit, “I know. Trust me.” He doesn’t elaborate, even though he could. He seems serious enough, he knows full well and understands its importance.... quite a bit. His mind drifts to his family and home... Thinking about it makes him feel prickly. “Not everyone feels the same, I was warning you.”
“Trolls are the turned beings of animals and people,” Lalli explains. “A lot of them are better off dead. They tend to feel both dead and alive.” He bristles and looks quite annoyed and uncomfortable but mutters, “Sounds like a mistake to go there....” However, if Executor is insisting they will be safe... “This is stupid...Stupid...” he growls. “Can't we go to a doctor that's alive?”
Lalli nearly falls over, as he is not one to be used to lean on, but he tries to support the other soldier as best he can. He tries to keep the man upright and sighs, glancing at the gun’s strap across his back. “I use bullets... I have a few left... then I’ll need to reload... I also have a knife and my magic.” Magic would be effective... but also has its own risks.