A Thought Exercise
 
>Be Gideon
>You are Gideon... Bloodtooth. Bloodsmear? Wartooth.
>You forgot your last name a few years ago.
>Be Gideon
>You are currently relaxing in your favorite bar in Moor
>Eating your favorite meal, goblin style fermented beef on buns. It's quite good.
>Listening to your favorite bartender hum just loud enough for you and no one else to hear as she scrubs away at the sink behind the bar.
>Out of the corner of your eye you notice a familiar shape take the seat next to you.
>You pivot your head, your flowy hair drifting in your peripheral vision as you try not to spill your goblin burger.
>There he is, there's Wolfir
>You grin and extend your farther away hand to wave at him
>He smiles back, slightly waving.
"Wolfir! Hi."
>Wolfir gives a soft snort. "Hi, Gideon."
"How are you, friend?"
>You give him a warm smile after you swallow.
>Wolfy always seems like he's in some kind of mood, and dealing with 0 has taught you that that's not always as it seams
>Not exactly, anyway
>Regardless, being a nice friend, you make sure to be warm to him.
>No matter what he says, he seems like he needs some warmth
>"I'm... Stable."
>He nods, to the bar, then to you
"Stable."
>You set down your sandwich and wipe your hands clean.
"Stable is good!"
>Wolfy nods his agreement.
>He turns fully toward you, expression neutral, along with his tone, and clothes, and... Such.
>Mr. Neutral
>"How are you?"
>You purse your lips. You nod just a little, rubbing the back of your neck.
"I'm also stable. I suppose."
>You briefly recall earlier that night.
>All that crying and howling at the moon
>Wishing to see the sun
>You blink, forcing away the memory
>Wolfy must have noticed your quietness, because he was giving you a strange look.
>You smile wide for him and raise a hand in defense.
"I'm fine, I'm fine... I was just enjoying my favorite meal before we..."
>The words sort of caught in your mouth.
>Your usual fluid, silver tongue couldn't make up a phrase that wasn't synonymous with dy-
>...Departing.
>You shake your head and chuckle, trying to alleviate any doubt Wolfy (or you) have in yourself.
"I just meant I wanted to eat my favorite meal one last time."
>You bob your head toward the plate.
>Wolfy glances toward it, but doesn't seem impressed.
>He places a hand on your shoulder
>"Gideon. Are you sure you want to come, knowing how likely it is that we won't come back?"
>Your smile fades slightly.
>You let him see you gulp.
>"Knowing that we may die doing this?"
>You flinch at the word and look down at your burger.
>You swallow and close your eyes, not letting Wolfy see your weakness
>With practiced effort, you make it look like you're skittish, and not scared.
>You exhale and look back at him, smiling.
"Yes, Wolfir, I said I would come, and I will come with you."
>You motion to your plate with an opened hand.
"Besides... Silly you, you're making this sound like a last meal. I just wanted to eat this again because we won't be coming back for a long time!"
>He slowly stares at you.
>Then he smirks and turns to the barkeeper.
>"Bring me the bloodiest mess you have, and a round of drinks."
>You smile again as you pick up your favorite sandwich.