"Well, you're sort of right. I'm not from around here, but I'm not from the isles either."kiabugboy wrote:Judah turns his attention to the basitin.
"uhm, you're not from around here aren't you"
he said in a curious manner
"forgive me if it's rude to ask, but-uh, you're one of those island inhabitants right? i heard they're-uhm, at war or something" he continues.
"it must have been horrible to live there, is that why you moved here?"
John takes a long drink from his mug, mildly displeased that the local brew was largely tailored to the kiedran tolerance. At this rate he'd need at least 20 of these things to even feel buzzed. Damned toxin tolerance.
"My parents are from the Eastern half of the island, which makes them Western Basitin." He waves his hand dismissively, aware that there'd likely be a follow up question to the whole East/West thing. "I'd rather not get into the specifics of it, it's a long story, and it's not really important."
John then decides to speak in his native tongue, just to give his reveal a little more weight. "<I'm actually from a fox harbour town along the coast.>" If any of the table had ever interacted with foxes before, they'd notice John naturally has a strong fox accent, despite his appearance. "<I'm surprised you couldn't tell from the big bushy tail, usually that's a dead give away.>" he teases, gesturing to this average looking tail. It hasn't even occurred to him that he may be the only kiedran speaker at the table.