14.Jun.13, 04:53 PM
Isscer shook his head at the offer to find the greenrider and sock him one; if he had wanted that, he would have done it himself long ago back when he was fresh to Katila. Of course, this was when he was young, angry, and stupid; Isscer liked to think that he had matured somewhat in the six Turns he had been in the South. "It's not worth it now, just... frustrating, for the lack of a better term."
Noticing A'liran's grimace, Isscer raised the glass and sniffed at the wine, eventually taking a sip and promptly putting it down. Southern wine left much to be desired, the same as everything (or so he thought), so he wasn't about to subject himself to bad wine. "And yet they seemed to get such pleasure from it," Isscer quipped, one eyebrow raising as he regarded the greenrider. "Tsuen may have forced them to do it, but that still doesn't make it right."
Isscer was, of course, incredibly biased. While a normal person might have been able to sympathize with the forced searchriders, the Farmcrafter could no easier put aside his prejudices than he could quit breathing. Being Stolen had affected him in more ways than he could count, and he would resent the Katilans for quite some time. But something was wrong, and he wasn't necessarily the kind of person to kick a person when they were down. "A'liran?" There was a note of concern there, Isscer's face pinched into a worried look, a shift of a hand on the table-top as if he wanted to settle the hand on the greenrider's arm but was afraid to try it. "Do you... want me to walk you back to your hut? You don't look well."
Noticing A'liran's grimace, Isscer raised the glass and sniffed at the wine, eventually taking a sip and promptly putting it down. Southern wine left much to be desired, the same as everything (or so he thought), so he wasn't about to subject himself to bad wine. "And yet they seemed to get such pleasure from it," Isscer quipped, one eyebrow raising as he regarded the greenrider. "Tsuen may have forced them to do it, but that still doesn't make it right."
Isscer was, of course, incredibly biased. While a normal person might have been able to sympathize with the forced searchriders, the Farmcrafter could no easier put aside his prejudices than he could quit breathing. Being Stolen had affected him in more ways than he could count, and he would resent the Katilans for quite some time. But something was wrong, and he wasn't necessarily the kind of person to kick a person when they were down. "A'liran?" There was a note of concern there, Isscer's face pinched into a worried look, a shift of a hand on the table-top as if he wanted to settle the hand on the greenrider's arm but was afraid to try it. "Do you... want me to walk you back to your hut? You don't look well."