[Darc straightens up, alert. He still sits very casually, so far entirely against the ground or rocks. Nothing very royal, but the intensity of his gaze on Shiro demands respect anyway.

Though he feels like he's reeling. He hasn't met any new humans in a long time. And here is another human who wants peace, who asks after his people's struggles. Who knows nothing of their war, and doesn't look at Darc with disgust, or even fear. Covered in scars, an escaped warrior slave. And curious about him. Darc's heart pounds a bit.]

What do you want to know?