"If only it we're that easy, perhaps it would be better it I explained." he looks down at his pendent, grasping it tighter in his hand "Hobgoblins are not as faceted as humans or goblins, from the moment we are born our role in life is decided, mine was a soldier, even for those who were not everyone and everything was tied to army. My earliest memory was beating another hob to death for a change to become a jager, being flogged by my CO when I disobeyed, and being forged into a deadly soldier, setting outposts ablaze with catapults and gunning down elves and men. This was my life for 18 years, and when I joined with the Lastwall my life was no different. Elves and humans became orcs, that was 8 years of my life. Until these past few months there had not been a time in my life where I have not been fighting for my life in one of the most war torn places in the world, that world made sense to me, but this?" he looks up at Synovia, his grip on his pendent drawing blood, his face stony, betraying nothing "I will be honest Synovia, your village needs a gentler hand then mine, for even harsh as Grady finds me I am holding back. I am a hobgoblin, and no matter what your brother says people do not change who they truly are." Gulo let's out a sigh, taking notice of the blood "Shite! I aplogize to your mother Synovia, I will clean it up post haste!" he says, wiping the blood away with an old rag.