[ He gives a wry little huff of a laugh, and raises that ruined hand to touch the dotting of perfectly-round pockmark scars up his neck. There's another mark there, too: a thin lateral line, as though someone had tried to cut his throat. ]
Here? Only a few days. These are... from home.
[ A beat of silence, then. Jon is, he would like to think, making a truly valiant effort not to ask any questions. The man seems keen enough to talk at length without eldritch prompting, anyway. ]
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Here? Only a few days. These are... from home.
[ A beat of silence, then. Jon is, he would like to think, making a truly valiant effort not to ask any questions. The man seems keen enough to talk at length without eldritch prompting, anyway. ]