Mind Your Manners

She answered him with conviction, and he smiled. He dipped his head, a small bow in thanks for her vote of confidence. "I am glad to hear it. If the wolves who follow you are anything like their leader, I am certain they will be more than welcome additions." Perhaps it was flattery, but it was also very true. Mithras doubted this woman was the sort to shy away from recognition where it was due. He added on with a grin, "I too have a batch of girls, born just this past autumn. Hellions, for the most part." He let a dry smirk cover his face for a moment, and twitched a small shrug of 'Whaddya gonna do?' Unexpectedly, she would inquire towards his accent, and he let out the air in his lungs in a long breath. "My sisters and a friend of ours have all migrated away from cruelty across the sea. We were persecuted for resisting a cruel theocracy and fled into exile in the summer of this past year." He had done what he could to learn the native language and for the most part he'd become quite proficient but some things, like his accent, would probably never change.

He did not speak of the siblings he feared he'd lost forever, his parents, or the aunts and uncles and loved cousins who cheered as they were sacrificed. It was still a hard thing to co-exist with, even if it was only inside his own mind. He forced a smile onto his face. "It is part of the reason we seek to do good here, to allow free speech and safety to learn and grow, no matter what you hope to achieve, so long as it does no evil." He speech was quiet and short lived, and he forced himself to be neutral to avoid swinging too far one way or the other, into either mania or despair.