JANE SHEPARD: IT PAINS ME YOU SHOULD THINK EVERY COMPLIMENT A MOCKERY. from within the goblin captain comes a rather strange feeling. one he does not allow himself to feel often. underneath the shame, the duty he feels for the goblin court, lays doubt - big, heavy, repressed. doubt of what he has come to do, what he has already done, and what he is to accomplish. but doubt, too, in his service of others. had he not given over every choice he were to take for himself in order to favor the wants of everyone else around him? only to be degraded at every turn. then again, he is low born. he has climbed into the title he now holds, and he is no prince. no noble. glancing at the ground, knickolas finds himself feeling vulnerable - a feat that would cause him to walk away from current situation, if it were not jane standing next to him. hob clears his throat, clasping large paws behind his back. 'i do apologize if my self deprecating language has caused you offense, commander. it was not my intention to... make you uncomfortable or, cause you distress in any way,' kp, of course, misses the point of her sympathetic words, focusing on his part in the mistake, instead of how sad it might look to someone to understand how he truly felt about himself. 'i have not had many genuinely kind words given to me in my life. perhaps it is... difficult, at times, to accept such goodness. even from someone i call a friend,' @solesoldier.
