In an odd twist, Gwyn seemed to win her over by telling her how he would go about murdering her, if he felt so inclined to do so. It was probably the up front delivery of the facts. He found it odd, yes but he wouldn't argue with the results in the end. "Yeah, ichor," he answered, any love for the stuff could be heard in his tone. "I guess we Drakenhardts are similar to you in the sense that we all have our own elements. I used to be a thing of beauty, a nature dragon. Now I'm this filth leaking monstrosity... necromancy's wonderful."
He laughed humorlessly and stuffed some more food in his mouth. The undead dragon focused on the taste of the food. When Samara spoke up again regarding dietary preferences he tuned back in. He blinked slowly, somewhat surprised at what she said. He wasn't judging her or holding this against her, he was simply surprised. "Well, I haven't gone shopping for snake meat before, but I'm sure someplace sells it. There are however several specialty stores that sell human flesh, sort of comes with the territory of being a multi-species island," he shrugged nonchalantly.
He wanted to ask, but then he remembered she was the outcast. He still wasn't quite sure why as he nodded at her. "I wouldn't tell anyway, I'm not that kind of guy. I mean, you need one place to come home and be yourself, just let me know what's off limits. If you want to tell people that's your perrogative. I'll just sit here and contentedly sip some bourbon.
@Foxy
He laughed humorlessly and stuffed some more food in his mouth. The undead dragon focused on the taste of the food. When Samara spoke up again regarding dietary preferences he tuned back in. He blinked slowly, somewhat surprised at what she said. He wasn't judging her or holding this against her, he was simply surprised. "Well, I haven't gone shopping for snake meat before, but I'm sure someplace sells it. There are however several specialty stores that sell human flesh, sort of comes with the territory of being a multi-species island," he shrugged nonchalantly.
He wanted to ask, but then he remembered she was the outcast. He still wasn't quite sure why as he nodded at her. "I wouldn't tell anyway, I'm not that kind of guy. I mean, you need one place to come home and be yourself, just let me know what's off limits. If you want to tell people that's your perrogative. I'll just sit here and contentedly sip some bourbon.
@Foxy
Samara's laughter died down once Gwyn began to explain his situation. Her smile faltered, and she canted her head to one side, genuine concern clouding her gaze.