Vaelin would offer but a slight smile as Thomas would speak at first, making mention of his lack of a nose to some degree although he restrained himself from making any comment toward it. His attention shifted off Thomas for a moment while he looked about the ship and then returned his gaze back.
“Humans often will adapt to things as times go on despite how things might be at first.” He looked across to the other side of the ship though and was reluctant to share anything for a moment before speaking.
“I use to believe that the Order was a force that was entirely humanitarian, looking to improve it as a whole, over the years though, I have seen it just become a paramilitary, fighting against the bounty hunters more than the nomads – not that they could control anything in relation to the guilds greed, but the few times I went out in search of nomads, it was typically done alone. Back then my perception of what the nomads were, were clouded by the hate of those who served the order.”
He paused for a moment looking to Thomas. “I would prefer not to have the same circumstance happen once again.”
