[In truth, the gestures that Astralin had placed such heavy emphasis on are practically second nature to Młynar. His ideals include keeping people at ease, especially in a hellish place like Kazimierz where existential threats abound. It was part of why he had been considered a hero back home, before he had decided to put his blade aside. He was strong and considerate, and the powerful in Kazimierz used that to make him into a symbol of their nation’s might against all threats.]
I’m just a man, Astralin. Watching over one’s family is just a natural thing. Besides, the amount of blood I’ve shed for my country makes me far from commendable.
[Młynar is infamously terrible at taking compliments. He spends so much time lamenting his own insufficiencies, that it’s almost impossible for him to believe that others would actually think highly of him. Even so, his expression betrays his true feelings as a light shade of pink passes over his cheeks. Being praised for being a good person felt better than any of his accolades related to his might. He tries to hide it as well as possible behind his cup, taking another deep drink before speaking]
But I’m glad to know that you think so. Most tend to keep their distance from me or fear me, so this is… nice.
[The final word has a shocking amount of feeling behind it, as Młynar realizes how much he needed that. Or perhaps it’s just that the drink’s starting to hit at this point. He had lost track of his pace while focusing on this conversation- and now the pleasant buzz was starting to kick in.]</small.]
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I’m just a man, Astralin. Watching over one’s family is just a natural thing. Besides, the amount of blood I’ve shed for my country makes me far from commendable.
[Młynar is infamously terrible at taking compliments. He spends so much time lamenting his own insufficiencies, that it’s almost impossible for him to believe that others would actually think highly of him. Even so, his expression betrays his true feelings as a light shade of pink passes over his cheeks. Being praised for being a good person felt better than any of his accolades related to his might. He tries to hide it as well as possible behind his cup, taking another deep drink before speaking]
But I’m glad to know that you think so. Most tend to keep their distance from me or fear me, so this is… nice.
[The final word has a shocking amount of feeling behind it, as Młynar realizes how much he needed that. Or perhaps it’s just that the drink’s starting to hit at this point. He had lost track of his pace while focusing on this conversation- and now the pleasant buzz was starting to kick in.]</small.]