talesmusings:
✾~ “Yeah. They’ll back off if ya throw a mean few punches at ‘em,“ Or swings of a sword, since it seemed like they were this guy’s weapon of choice, "But they still like to swarm, y’know? Best not to let ‘em catch ya by surprise, ‘specially in the maze.”
He grinned when the other man accepted his proposal to travel together. Nice, a new companion! Someone else might have been suspicious, but Tytree didn’t bother too much with that kind of mistrust. If a guy was being open and friendly, he took it at face value, preferring to see the good in others rather than the bad (when good was to be found, anyways).
“Sounds good to me! I’m Tytree, by the way. Tytree Crowe.” He offered his gloved hand for shaking. “And you’re?”
Tytree—it’s not a name he’s heard before, but if this entire land is one he isn’t familiar with, then it’s not a big surprise that the names would seem different, as well. It’s almost a relief; to be able to casually talk with someone this way. No expectations, no pressure—too much of his life has become life and death, lately, and part of him misses those days when he could stroll about the Fabre estate and chat with the other servants on equal footing. Even if in that scenario he was a bit of an exception ( the ‘favored’ servant of their young master ) it was nothing like his life now.
Maybe he won’t rush back home. Surely, the others can carry on without him for a short time.
“Guy.” He returns the greeting and the handshake with that old nickname that he doesn’t get to use nearly as often anymore. With the exception of Asch ( he’s grateful for that ), everyone those days normally addresses him by that name given to him by his father. It’s such a contrast that Guy and Gailardia nearly feel like two different people to him. Today, he’s perfectly content with just being Guy.
“Do you travel alone very often? Even for someone with combat experience, it’s pretty dangerous to travel long distances alone, isn’t it?” It’s just a guess, but considering the threat of being ganged up on was already mentioned, he’s sure travelers prefer safety in numbers than solo operations.
“Unless you’re secretly that intimidating in a fight?” He laughs with this suggestion— it’s not absurd for someone mild-mannered to be exceptional in a battle, but he doesn’t want to come off as suspicious and the best way to accomplish that is to underestimate everyone.
