The history of the humans was mostly foreign to Gabrijel. What he knew of humans was that they were numerous - far more so than the fae, even before the Nightmare had reduced their numbers - and that they seemed bent on destroying their nature and natural resources. That seemed such a strange thing to him.
"I have never been much of a fighter either." Gabrijel had learned sword play, but only the basics, because it hadn't interested him in the same way it had some of his brothers. That and he would always have guards with him. "I would prefer to find other ways to fix things." Even if it wasn't always possible to go without violence. Gabrijel knew that.
Tucking the three books into the crook of his elbow so he'd have a hand free, Gabrijel lifted his slender shoulders in something of a shrug. "I am settled enough. But of course I had help. Not all do." He had advisors and scholars and guards and such working for him, some who knew the mortal realm already. Gabrijel realized that not all faeries were so fortunate as that.
"You are settled in then?" he guessed, as the satyr seemed to enjoy the place. And clearly had a job and everything.