"Ohh! A constable. I see, I see. A Confederate of the League, perhaps? They did come to consider themselves another breed, didn't they...
"You know," Micolash taps the bar nearest to his mouth, a substitution for tapping against his lower lip in thought. Too awkward to reach past the iron to try for that; easier to just adapt your gestures into something that accommodates the cage's presence. "You said you've died, yes? Shuffled well off from the mortal coil? Perhaps this place is your Hunter's Dream. It would explain a great deal, wouldn't it? Most hunters don't know they've been bound to it until their first...fatal ordeal."
Micolash is still in that phase of learning that the Nexus may not entirely apply to what he's always known as logic and fact of the matter. Culture shock isn't a problem when you just ignore it.
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"You know," Micolash taps the bar nearest to his mouth, a substitution for tapping against his lower lip in thought. Too awkward to reach past the iron to try for that; easier to just adapt your gestures into something that accommodates the cage's presence. "You said you've died, yes? Shuffled well off from the mortal coil? Perhaps this place is your Hunter's Dream. It would explain a great deal, wouldn't it? Most hunters don't know they've been bound to it until their first...fatal ordeal."
Micolash is still in that phase of learning that the Nexus may not entirely apply to what he's always known as logic and fact of the matter. Culture shock isn't a problem when you just ignore it.