Curiosity brimmed in his features as Loccian confirmed the man's relation to them and his trustworthiness. So, it seemed he was indeed their grandsire, and he was trustworthy - according to Loccian. Cassius was inclined to believe her, and so he did. Quintus would quite boldly ask the question that bloomed in Cassius' own mind. 'Why'd you leave for so long?' Cassius would bump abruptly into his brother's shoulder, clicking his jaws in effort to silence his brother - but it was too late. Oh, Quintus was as subtle as a clap of thunder. Gerhardt's answer would come, but unlike Quintus, (who would probably take no note of Gerhardt's facial expression) Cassius could see clearly that it pained him to answer. Had Cassius been more assertive he might've chastised his brother verbally for such a faux pax. Cassius smiled gently and knowingly, nodding his head in agreement with Gerhardt. "That m-makes sense," he would chime in, hopefully before his brother made some foolish comment in response. Loccian would ask where their parents were, and Cassius was proud to have an answer compared to his brother's 'dunno'. "I think they are p-patrolling the b-borders, n-not sure wh-where though." He sighed, if only he could get his tongue to move as quickly as his mind, then his speech wouldn't slur and stutter. Gerhardt would then ask what they liked to do for fun, and Cassius would stare rather blankly in his direction. There wasn't much he did for fun. Mostly he tried to keep from getting lost, and when he did get lost he tried his hardest to get back home. That was about it - but that didn't sound like a proper answer to give a long-lost grandfather. And so he would lie. "J-just exp-p-ploring." Ah, it seemed when he told fibs his voice would falter more frequently - a pity. Eyes would cast swiftly to his brother in hopes that - for once - Quintus might say something to distract the attention from himself. Cassius didn't want the limelight, and Quintus flourished in it.
"Speech"
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