[Vyng purses his lips together. "The moon", his ass. Sure, it affects people's blood. But he's pretty sure the moon doesn't create spiritual manifestations of people's angst...right in the middle of an otherwise warm, cozy tavern. And even if it did! Even if it did, that wouldn't make the problem any less real.]
You're telling me not to worry about it. [Vyng makes an effort to shift his gaze back to the man across from him. That's who he really needs to be focusing on right now.] ...But you seem like the kind of guy who worries about other people, a lot. Am I wrong?
[It takes all kinds. And somebody as long-lived as Vyng has met plenty of them. Also, after a year in Deerington? He's learned to spot that kind of person from a mile away.]
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You're telling me not to worry about it. [Vyng makes an effort to shift his gaze back to the man across from him. That's who he really needs to be focusing on right now.] ...But you seem like the kind of guy who worries about other people, a lot. Am I wrong?
[It takes all kinds. And somebody as long-lived as Vyng has met plenty of them. Also, after a year in Deerington? He's learned to spot that kind of person from a mile away.]