He disapproves, but it's impressive nonetheless. There's scorn in his eyes following the back of the Hunter until silence takes over from where there had been noise of the fight. He says nothing to Sync, carefully stepping around Gale as he moves to right the knocked around chairs. He retrieves his blue egg and returns it to the satchel on his back.
Only then, he faces the boy.
"I'd prefer not to condone fighting," he says, finally addressing Sync. "But they've been rude ever since they arrived. It's a wonder what they've been like to these people here before scions were around." It makes him queasy thinking about it.
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He disapproves, but it's impressive nonetheless. There's scorn in his eyes following the back of the Hunter until silence takes over from where there had been noise of the fight. He says nothing to Sync, carefully stepping around Gale as he moves to right the knocked around chairs. He retrieves his blue egg and returns it to the satchel on his back.
Only then, he faces the boy.
"I'd prefer not to condone fighting," he says, finally addressing Sync. "But they've been rude ever since they arrived. It's a wonder what they've been like to these people here before scions were around." It makes him queasy thinking about it.