Curtis
"No, but you're definitely giving me new ideas-"*Terrel would respond, finding himself having to silence himself before he could finish as he began to notice Cathal shaking from the descriptions. The Elf personally couldn't say he's had such experiences, let alone with his own family. The sight of blood, however, never left him queasy or distraught, especially considering he's specifically spilled it from others. Even with allies, he wondered how phased he'd be by it, knowing so little of them at times. Maybe it was simply him.*"Don't apologize to me."*He'd say eventually, deciding to try lightening the mood.*"I'm not your commander or anything, I'm just a random pig you've met on the streets."
Luis
*Cathal could see that Terrel was changing the subject, but he decided to go along with it* "Yea, I never thought I meet a talking pig, but hey, who knows who you'll meet out here!" *Cathal said chuckling
Curtis
*Seeing Cathal shift away from the topic, Terrel would say:*"Probably a bunch of thieves knowing the streets of Salvania, but I suppose there's a noble sprinkled in there every now and then. Never thought of there being one in Salvania though."*He'd say. Terrel himself didn't really know much of the upperclassman, not really caring enough nor bothering to take the time to learn. Though he never really considered Salvania much of an upper class place so much as a great central location for marketplaces and other businesses.*
Luis
"Well im not actually from salvania, im from upper Mentia" *Cathal regretted telling Terrel that. He knew he needed to work on how to trust people, and who to trust* "Where are you from? Or is that something you don't want to tell me?"
Curtis
*Mentia, was it? Internally, Terrel found amusement in how much information he was willing to give in the play on words to receive such information. So he was a nobleman from Upper Mentia who ran away from his life. An interesting story to say the least and wouldn't be the first he's met from around there. As Cathal in turn asked him where he's from, Terrel would simply say:*"I'm but a humble livestock who had traveled far from my farmland. Not much to tell."*He said it in a rather dramatic tone, though at least half of it were true. Terrel had traveled far from home. He had a farm once, at least a family one, not much of one to brag about but it was there. However, Terrel found it more entertaining of perceiving himself that way to lessen the question thrown at him when they could see for themself.*
Luis
*Livestock? Cathal now was starting too think Terrel was playing around with him. Its not like a pig one day grew into a humanoid figure and could talk one day.* "Livestock eh" *He chuckled, wondering what else Terrel was going to say about his past*
Curtis
"Indeed... But I suppose livestock isn't anything too special."*Terrel would respond, wondering if Cathal wanted him to explain any further. Part of Terrel was tempted to put 'to nobles' at the end, but seeing whatever crisis Cathal was going through, Terrel doubted the reminder would be all too appreciated.*"As for where I'm from, it's nowhere popular enough to be located. At least not compared to the capitals here..."*He'd continue, part of his attention caught by his furrow shuffling along his hand.*"Just another town of elves."*As Terrel would say that, he would bring one of his gloved hands to his ear to point at the pointedness of it. It doesn't take much for one to tell an Elf apart from the other races, though Terrel never felt like making it any easier for people to be able to tell with him outside what was already noticeable.*