[Other than a glance around, Vincent doesn't offer anything helpful. What could be said, he had nothing- and he well knew that being silent in matters he couldn't contribute anything meaningful toward was far more helpful than taking a stab.
Something does go through his mind though. Goblins. At least on his world, they'd been known to inhabit places far flung and far between in something alike crude little societies- presumably fashioning all manner of basic items from that which they had.
Perhaps this was something alike that. But perhaps not. This was decidedly more human. Weapons served to settle disputes. What sort of dispute would any creature have here, where food was so bountiful? It was a human thing to seek conflict with little need to do so.
He crosses his arms about himself. His eyes move to the mage, and the unfortunately squelchy situation he had put upon himself. Or rather, his hand.]
...
[Short of suggesting that other riftfarers had got here first and gotten bored, he's got nothing. Sorry, Emet.]
both our bads then ❤
Something does go through his mind though. Goblins. At least on his world, they'd been known to inhabit places far flung and far between in something alike crude little societies- presumably fashioning all manner of basic items from that which they had.
Perhaps this was something alike that. But perhaps not. This was decidedly more human. Weapons served to settle disputes. What sort of dispute would any creature have here, where food was so bountiful? It was a human thing to seek conflict with little need to do so.
He crosses his arms about himself. His eyes move to the mage, and the unfortunately squelchy situation he had put upon himself. Or rather, his hand.]
...
[Short of suggesting that other riftfarers had got here first and gotten bored, he's got nothing. Sorry, Emet.]