The question struck a cord with Laren, and a sore one at that... What did he think?? They wanted his opinion on the situation? The question sorta pissed him off...
"What do I think??" He asked incredulously. "What could I think?? I think this place is freakin cursed! I think I'm out here, defending this place that seems to be full of some sort of combination of creepy foul magic, subterfuge and bad bloody luck!
Every time I get involved with something lately, it either figuratively or or quite bloody literally! blows up in my face! And why the hell am I doing it?!"
He could feel his ears turning red with anger. He knew that it wasn't directed at any in the room, but he also couldn't stop it from coming out at them.
"My family is gone now, and I?m the only one of my line? And I have no idea what I?m doing. I don?t know what I?m going to do, I don?t know what I?m supposed to do, and I?m not even sure what I?ve already done!
My dreams are haunted with memories that are either someone else?s or simply have never happened. What do they mean? Who knows?
I have no family left to my knowledge. Who knows what Kit?s full story is? However it goes, I?m sure it?s? disturbing to say the least. Maal has gone through only Maal knows what, and I?m not sure I even wanna know. Ragnar bearly even speaks? We?ve got a wizard who would rather shoot arrows than cast spells, and a cat / humanoid who doesn?t even KNOW what he?s lived through or what he is?
And don?t even get me started on things blowing up for no reason? Of course, I KNOW that there?s got to be a reason for it. Whatever it is, I?m sure it?s not natural.
Every day seems like an uphill battle. Why are we fighting? Why bother? What?s left for me to fight for? Do these people genuinely care about what happens to me after just a month?s worth of association? Of what consequence could one silly Halfling really be?"
His breath came laboriously and his knuckles ached in clenched fists. he forced his fingers to open, and took a deep breath that he let out slowly. His audience's eyes were wide, and more than one mouth hung agape.
"I'm far to sober to be awake at this time in the morning," he said. When neither of the brothers moved, he decided that he's help himself to a glass and filled it himself.
"I've been trying to drown my sorrows since I got this blasted place, and as my luck would have it, they can bloody swim."