Ouroboros Spine Ready, set, let's roll

Sitri would have chuckled had the other asked what language he spoke. He had never spoken a different language. He was simply a slave in his former station, and had not learned to talk correctly. After all as a slave silence was your job.

The one thing Sitri had going for him was his physical prowess. He couldn't speak well, his mind was a bit slower than most, he didn't understand a lot of things. He was covered in scars, so handsome or good looking went out the window. But he had his physical prowess and that was something.

Sitri nodded his head It is you can see everythin'. Do you like it here so far?