Toro's question caught him off guard. "Spicy... Like hot? Heat? Um I'm not really sure how else to explain it." Vincent rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn't used to others not understanding English dialect. "What's your first language anyway?"
"Autocthon, of course." Toro told him. "My second language is of the flyers, I believe they call it Latin. Last, I've been learning the language of the builders. As the son of the chief, it is expected of me to learn all the languages and everything needed to be able to rule someday, even if I'm likely too weak to take charge with my father's passing."
Vincent nodded to show he understood. "I know multiple languages at my own choice though." he said thinking back to a time he'd been with his family. Shaking off the past he looked at Toro not sure where they were to go from here. Vincent was trying to focus on food but he couldn't help the nervousness he felt from possibly being killed in a few days.
Toro got up and got another cup/bowl out, scooping some stew into it and setting it before Vincent. "I'm unsure of your customs, but here we either drink or eat with our hands, depending on the form of the food. There are no...I do not know what they are called that the other kinds use."
Vincent blinked a few times looking at Toro blankly. "So... I'm just supposed to eat this with my hands? You have no spoons or forks? That's what humans call them." he told Toro as he looked down at the stew. He couldn't really believe that Toro expected him to eat it with his hands. It had to be some kind of joke.
Toro shook his head. "You drink this, or at least take it in your mouth the same way you drink." He got some stew for himself and demonstrated. It was no joke. They didn't bother with spoons or forks or even knives.
"Oh. That makes sense I guess." Vincent tried to process this while staring at the stew that was in another sort of bowl. Vincent was too hungry to think about it all too much. After a minute he raised the bowl to his lips and started drinking the liquid slowly. It was good; not very spicy like he had hoped but at least it was something,
Toro smiled a little. "See? Good. It's not that hard at all." He finished his own bowl and set it down, sitting across from Vincent. Is there anything else about me and my people or our world you'd like to know?" He actually wanted to teach Vincent. But even he couldn't determine any exact reason. He was just...rooting for Vincent in all this for some reason.
Vincent shrugged after he set the bowl down again. It was already half empty. The stew may not have been as full of flavour as he would have liked but it was hard for him to find food to his standards. "Not really... I mean I don't really know what to ask. Oh wait, those things they were riding? What are they?"
"Oh, the lia? We ride what we call lia, but the others might call them by other names."
"I've never seen them before..." Vincent told Toro as he finished off his stew. "Thank you for the food. I probably would have passed out if not for your hospitiality."
Toro grimaced and shrugged, taking the bowl. "If you be needing anything else, you need only ask." He told him. "Lia must not exist in your world. It's sort of interesting, to think there's a whole other world out there full of builders that have no idea we're here..."
"More water would be nice." Vincent requested with a grimace of his own. "I have no idea this world even existed... It still feels like a dream." he mumbled the last of what he said to himself.
Toro got him more water, setting it before him. "I never truly understood dreams. The Autocthon don't dream. Our sleep is as black as night. One who dreams is considered a danger and killed, for they are different and either a weakness or a parasite. If anyone dreams, they do not share it."
Vincent sipped the water now rather than inhaling it. It was his third bowl and he knew he needed to start drinking slower so he wouldn't get sick. Toro's words made Vincent freeze. "Really? That's interesting..." he mumbled taking a mental note not to talk about any dreams he may have while in this world.
"Of course, there are rare exceptions. If the dream is from a respected elder, it is occasionally considered a sign. A prophecy given by the Great Lady." Toro explained, rather nonchalant. He sighed softly, shaking his head. "I think I'm done with this conversation, perhaps to move on to another one?"
"Who is the Great Lady?" Vincent asked curiously. He ignored the comment about moving subjects though he did want to know everything about this world. It may give him some insight on how not to be killed.
Toro glared sternly at Vincent, suddenly seeming very, very dangerous. "I said I'm done with this conversation. It is time to move on to another, or to end all discussion altogether for the time being."
Vincent felt his temper flare when Toro glared at him. "Fine." he mumbled deciding it best not to quaral with the only person here that wanted to help him. He turned back to his water and drank it slowly.
Toro calmed, having to force it on himself. He got up and went through a curtain into another room. You could hear him plop down on the cushions that were his bed.