"Experience says we don't," he says, simply. "Either they'll be afraid of us or they'll coddle us and either way we'll get privacy and a bath," he might have to check Gustavain's eyes, because that's a bit of out character for him, but they're still green, yet another signal that whatever that was, it was still Gustavain.
"The places I can go without being immediately recognized shrinks every day," he says, with a soft sigh that sounds both bemused and beleaguered. "I guess we'll just add this village to the list."
They get the "frightened" version, it turns out, or at least, the version where the village treats them more like whatever passes for yakuza, here. But, also true to his expectations, part of that ends with them getting fine foods and a private place to bathe and rest practically thrown at them. Usually, Gustavain tries somewhat to show that he's not some kind of monster killing machine or a monster himself but tonight he just kind of... lets them, is very polite but not particularly warm as they're shuffled off both out of sight and also being given no reason to complain about the village's hospitality.
He's mostly silent, a kind of tension in him that's more just "get from point a to point b before you fall over" than anything that has to do with the other things that happened, but it's still noticeable when he's finally clean and dressed in comfortable sleeping clothes and he sits down in front of the low table piled with food and practically wilts down onto it in something akin to exhaustion, other things taken care of.
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"The places I can go without being immediately recognized shrinks every day," he says, with a soft sigh that sounds both bemused and beleaguered. "I guess we'll just add this village to the list."
They get the "frightened" version, it turns out, or at least, the version where the village treats them more like whatever passes for yakuza, here. But, also true to his expectations, part of that ends with them getting fine foods and a private place to bathe and rest practically thrown at them. Usually, Gustavain tries somewhat to show that he's not some kind of monster killing machine or a monster himself but tonight he just kind of... lets them, is very polite but not particularly warm as they're shuffled off both out of sight and also being given no reason to complain about the village's hospitality.
He's mostly silent, a kind of tension in him that's more just "get from point a to point b before you fall over" than anything that has to do with the other things that happened, but it's still noticeable when he's finally clean and dressed in comfortable sleeping clothes and he sits down in front of the low table piled with food and practically wilts down onto it in something akin to exhaustion, other things taken care of.