Silver Creek let's kill someone

"we are of rosings," he said, his other ear swinging forwards to join the first. 

he added, because he knew not everyone was of the same moral code of him and his family, "we abide by strict tradition. you're a man, you'd be expected to pull your weight as such. hunting, protecting, of the sort." it made sense to grayson, but it was how he had grown up. how he was raised. this was a system of tasks that made sense to him. he meant to continue on, but he would not bore the stranger right off the bat. and he wanted to first gauge his reaction before he shared the rest. he still asked, "does this fit you?"