There was a time Gadriel would have taken the respect as a matter of course: Even the Cadians knelt before them when Astartes approached, and took their words as just rebukes.
But he'd been, well, humbled a bit here. At this point, he could write and sell a manual on how not to do anything here, just by recording what he had done.
Even so, he'd gotten used to being stared at, back home, and here. It did not bother him. "For many, they take our abilities, and sell them back to us, knowing most are so desperate to feel like themselves they will do...anything," a gesture at the questboard, including one about mushroom picking and another about modeling scanty clothing, "to feel like themselves again." It certainly had worked for him.
Then again, his arrival (chapter one of his manual: what not to do on day one), had left him feeling more in need of it than he otherwise might have. "Three Terran months." Long enough.
hurray! He'll screw this up eventually i'm sure
But he'd been, well, humbled a bit here. At this point, he could write and sell a manual on how not to do anything here, just by recording what he had done.
Even so, he'd gotten used to being stared at, back home, and here. It did not bother him. "For many, they take our abilities, and sell them back to us, knowing most are so desperate to feel like themselves they will do...anything," a gesture at the questboard, including one about mushroom picking and another about modeling scanty clothing, "to feel like themselves again." It certainly had worked for him.
Then again, his arrival (chapter one of his manual: what not to do on day one), had left him feeling more in need of it than he otherwise might have. "Three Terran months." Long enough.