"Heh, I understand." The saurian voice answered briefly. "I imagine there's all kinds of personalities and..." Kiel allowed a contemplative, and clearly put on cough to express their shared thoughts on the matter. "Emotions, to be found among the different folk across the land. Even on the grill, it seems." There wasn't too much to carry on about, besides this at the moment, so the somewhat slow introduction did not weigh on him one bit.
Following the cleric, but on opposite sides of the grill, the Rexborn proceeded to place the product of his hunt before them, and examined the pit casually. "I'm used to far less on average, so I'm more than happy with what we have here. And as for being here? Not much to tell. My own people aren't numerous, and sometimes we want to roam. I wish there was much more to the story, but I'm just not an adventurer with a tragic background or villainous rival. Sure, I can fight. And I absolutely have dealt with more than just hunting, but pretty much all in defense, with few exceptions. There were some places I'd seen, or heard of that seemed intriguing."
The hunter felt along what little he carried, and thought about the festival. "And you can deal with the sauce." he laughed mildly, "I'll take care of the dry rub." His hands reached for his knife, and he began to process the deer manually, and without much hesitation.
"Uh... I guess I should have asked if cleaning it here was acceptable or not." he shrugged, "Not being from here and all. Some of the innards might be useful. Liver. Heart. You know how it goes."
Following the cleric, but on opposite sides of the grill, the Rexborn proceeded to place the product of his hunt before them, and examined the pit casually. "I'm used to far less on average, so I'm more than happy with what we have here. And as for being here? Not much to tell. My own people aren't numerous, and sometimes we want to roam. I wish there was much more to the story, but I'm just not an adventurer with a tragic background or villainous rival. Sure, I can fight. And I absolutely have dealt with more than just hunting, but pretty much all in defense, with few exceptions. There were some places I'd seen, or heard of that seemed intriguing."
The hunter felt along what little he carried, and thought about the festival. "And you can deal with the sauce." he laughed mildly, "I'll take care of the dry rub." His hands reached for his knife, and he began to process the deer manually, and without much hesitation.
"Uh... I guess I should have asked if cleaning it here was acceptable or not." he shrugged, "Not being from here and all. Some of the innards might be useful. Liver. Heart. You know how it goes."