Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan shrugs. "Wouldn't bother me much if you did think less of me, truth to tell," Nathan says with a shrug. "My own grandfather thought I was a waste of flesh most of my life, so I learned a long time ago not to put stock in others' judgement about my lifestyle choices."
To the others he says, "Swamp or Jirago, sounds like we'll be in the stink either way." Then he looks back to the lizard. "Just promise me I won't have to track down magical seductresses or infiltrate corrupt brothels, or some other permutation on corrupted male-female relations, and I'm more than happy to play guard with whatever skills I've got. Sounds refreshingly simple."
He pauses a moment, cocking his head in the way you've come to recognize as his listening to his unseen "companions," then sighs.
"Which probably means it's not at all, yes," he says.
Nathan shrugs. "Wouldn't bother me much if you did think less of me, truth to tell," Nathan says with a shrug. "My own grandfather thought I was a waste of flesh most of my life, so I learned a long time ago not to put stock in others' judgement about my lifestyle choices."
To the others he says, "Swamp or Jirago, sounds like we'll be in the stink either way." Then he looks back to the lizard. "Just promise me I won't have to track down magical seductresses or infiltrate corrupt brothels, or some other permutation on corrupted male-female relations, and I'm more than happy to play guard with whatever skills I've got. Sounds refreshingly simple."
He pauses a moment, cocking his head in the way you've come to recognize as his listening to his unseen "companions," then sighs.
"Which probably means it's not at all, yes," he says.