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His head tilted just slightly to the side as he looked at her, but Dan nodded and took the offered hand. "Daniel, or Dan. I don't mind which. Come from Citar." For a moment afterwards he looked a bit conflicted, biting his lower lip, but the expression passed quickly enough. He wasn't all too bothered by it, even if it wasn't something he was used to, so no need to draw attention to it. "So what do you think of all this?" he asked, curious to hear someone else's opinion on the whole matter. Certainly, Balance's last words had revealed a bit more about the true scope of the situation they were dealing with.
'Guess they don't seem so crazy now...' Religion was a mostly foregone thing in Citar nowadays with technology advancing the way it did, though there were still those who claimed the Portals to be the work of gods thanks to their seemingly inexplicable nature. It would seem that the barely existent minority hadn't been clinging on to simple stories.
Though he tried to focus on Daesy, knowing it was rude to do otherwise, his attention wandered by itself taking in details of the situation all around him. The conversation between the strange miniature humanoid and the latest addition to their group didn't go unheard, and it was enough to make the hairs on his arm stand on end. He'd seen pictures of the Citar's surface world and to imagine something that could raze its cities was as horrifying as it was awe-inspiring. Swallowing unsurely, Dan wasn't too surprised to notice that one of their group was missing when he finally looked around again; he must have slipped out of the room at some point.
To be frank, with the full scale of things laid out he wasn't certain about this anymore. While he wasn't going to back down, the reveal that the group was expected to confront "Gods" that could raze cities spanning for hundreds of kilometers on end was certainly somewhat of a downer.
"Ah." Realizing that he'd been lost in his own thoughts, he turned back to Daesy and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that, bad habit of mine."
'Guess they don't seem so crazy now...' Religion was a mostly foregone thing in Citar nowadays with technology advancing the way it did, though there were still those who claimed the Portals to be the work of gods thanks to their seemingly inexplicable nature. It would seem that the barely existent minority hadn't been clinging on to simple stories.
Though he tried to focus on Daesy, knowing it was rude to do otherwise, his attention wandered by itself taking in details of the situation all around him. The conversation between the strange miniature humanoid and the latest addition to their group didn't go unheard, and it was enough to make the hairs on his arm stand on end. He'd seen pictures of the Citar's surface world and to imagine something that could raze its cities was as horrifying as it was awe-inspiring. Swallowing unsurely, Dan wasn't too surprised to notice that one of their group was missing when he finally looked around again; he must have slipped out of the room at some point.
To be frank, with the full scale of things laid out he wasn't certain about this anymore. While he wasn't going to back down, the reveal that the group was expected to confront "Gods" that could raze cities spanning for hundreds of kilometers on end was certainly somewhat of a downer.
"Ah." Realizing that he'd been lost in his own thoughts, he turned back to Daesy and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Sorry about that, bad habit of mine."
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