[It's such an unfortunate yet all too accurate subtitle. His true burden to bear, not that nonsense with Amaurot, clearly.
For the most part, that poor little fox gets seemingly ignored. Sorry, it's nothing personal, but he doesn't see these creatures as any different from the beasts back home. Naught more than tools, a means to an end. But then a thought occurs to him, and he does reach out to pet the thing's head, if only because he's certain it will get on his company's nerves. How better to arrest this man's time, than to occupy his own companion?]
Yet you did! One might wonder what spurred such anxieties in your breast for a mere stranger. Perhaps a kindly and warm heart beneath that exterior of ice?
The only con not cancelled due to the fact no one would miss them anyway
For the most part, that poor little fox gets seemingly ignored. Sorry, it's nothing personal, but he doesn't see these creatures as any different from the beasts back home. Naught more than tools, a means to an end. But then a thought occurs to him, and he does reach out to pet the thing's head, if only because he's certain it will get on his company's nerves. How better to arrest this man's time, than to occupy his own companion?]
Yet you did! One might wonder what spurred such anxieties in your breast for a mere stranger. Perhaps a kindly and warm heart beneath that exterior of ice?