"Ooohhh, sounds very sketch and romanceishy. I like it," Mac drawled, wagging his brows at Ellana and nodding in understanding. "It's really not all that different back home so I can adapt, I think. It'll take me a little while to catch up on the local situation, history, languages and such, but I love that stuff. I think it's part and parcel of being a Warlock, really. evidently we're all a little square," he remarks, making a square shape with his hands before reaching up to grip both horns, tugging at them while he walks.

"Hmm, no. Yes? Kind of. It's not good road chat, I don't figure, but if you want me to tell you the whole story about where I'm from and all, we can do that when we get to your camp. But the short of it is that Awoken is my race, but my race was sort of...erased? Yeah, I guess that's the best way of saying it. It was erased when I became a Guardian, which is sort of both a race and a title. Or, more like a race and an occupation? Or is Guardian a title and Warlock an occupation," he mumbles to himself, tugging his head to one side he pulled so hard on a horn. Nope, on there pretty tight.