[ He blinks at that before exhaling softly, just shy of being a gentle laugh. At the same time, leaning back against the tree he's standing before; it keeps his body language from being too invasive, he thinks, and might lessen the pressure that Cinnabar is feeling. ]

I'm not seeking any information in particular.

[ Vangeance gives a soft hum in thought as he glances off into the foliage surrounding them. And while it's not really in his nature to speak to frankly in most situations, he gets the feeling being forthright might help put someone like Cinnabar more at ease.

There's the quiet 'thunk' of his helm as he rests his head back against the tree, keeping his gaze shifted aside. ]

... It's simply that I felt I've been far too ignorant about the ways of those other than humans. And perhaps it's somewhat crass of me, but our drastic differences made me curious. What kind of place you come from, how your days are spent, what kind of landscape you're accustomed to. What kind of life you live.

[ A pause before he offers Cinnabar a small smile, meant to be reassuring. ]

I'd be grateful for anything you'd be comfortable talking about.