For a city under the Regent's control, Hiccup can't help but think it's too easy to get into. The soldiers that would usually guard it are well outside of the walls and seem keen to ignore anyone going in — as if noticing them would mean having to go in. It reminds him a lot of the talk of Odin's Scourge and how quickly people ran the other way and refused to do anything more. Unfortunately, the Scourge turned out to be real and he knew better than to think this was some passing phase —
It's a plague sweeping the country, after all.
Instinct told him he shouldn't have come, but his desire to learn and help dragged him there anyway. Thankfully, this early on in their stay, it's easier to not immediately get infected. He's only spoken to a couple of passing Venerans who looked healthy, offering to carry their groceries home for a few passing words. Most are skeptical, reasonably, occasionally someone is willing to talk — It's why he's saying his thanks and stepping away from a doorframe when Emet finds him.
He's a man that Hiccup recognizes from the time they were talking about potential enemies, but he doesn't show it in his expression. "Oh, I could wager a few guesses. None of them pretty," he mentioned with a shrug of one shoulder, a wave of a hand of the other, "I'm more interested in why they're so unwilling to help their own people and expect us new guys to have any idea on how to fix it." Like, really, it doesn't make much sense to him — Some of the Venerans were blaming them, but he's not sure why.
He's pretty sure he hasn't seen anybody concocting strange illnesses, but maybe he's watching the wrong people.
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It's a plague sweeping the country, after all.
Instinct told him he shouldn't have come, but his desire to learn and help dragged him there anyway. Thankfully, this early on in their stay, it's easier to not immediately get infected. He's only spoken to a couple of passing Venerans who looked healthy, offering to carry their groceries home for a few passing words. Most are skeptical, reasonably, occasionally someone is willing to talk — It's why he's saying his thanks and stepping away from a doorframe when Emet finds him.
He's a man that Hiccup recognizes from the time they were talking about potential enemies, but he doesn't show it in his expression. "Oh, I could wager a few guesses. None of them pretty," he mentioned with a shrug of one shoulder, a wave of a hand of the other, "I'm more interested in why they're so unwilling to help their own people and expect us new guys to have any idea on how to fix it." Like, really, it doesn't make much sense to him — Some of the Venerans were blaming them, but he's not sure why.
He's pretty sure he hasn't seen anybody concocting strange illnesses, but maybe he's watching the wrong people.