[Despite the dig at him, he snorts a laugh.] Reasonably!
[Maybe. Most of everything he does is very respectable. Look at him out here on his own (with companions) making a life for himself. Again. And it could make one his age so damn weary with the thought of having to do it all over. But he is! Respectably.
Flirting with necromancers by respectably taking them for drinks.
Which hit the table, just as he leans in to share the same space as Hector simply because he wants to. Respectably.]
Ah, a bit of a heavy-hitter already? [He pulls his pint close and swirls a finger around the lip as he considers.] Oh yes, I was a spoiled. Still, I was very young. I can't pinpoint the exact moment. I always had a penchant for music, you know; even as a child, I studied music with the enthusiasm of a fly on manure. And being a bard sounded fantastically more exciting than being a viscount. I wanted to write of adventures. Exciting things.
[Not that he still isn't a viscount, and isn't a noble, but... he moves through courts as something else other than another courtier. More importantly, he is remembered for what he creates, not what blood flows in his veins.] And, for certain, I wanted to be treated a bit more spectacularly than your average noble. [He gives a smile.] Especially a bard as talented as me.
[And humble! Perhaps it says enough he doesn't speak of his family as involved in the decision. No, he set on his path quite firmly. Went to university, studied. Did all he needed to do. Set out to make his own way when he was still in his teenage years.] I went out on my own with a lute in my hand and not much else, fresh from university. Perhaps the real moment I decided was when my first few performances resulted in a few, ah... thrown condiments. And I carried on.
[Which was still perfectly unjustified. His earlier songs were, er, not his best, but much better than the malarkey his fellow bards could be found shoveling out.] So shall I turn the question on you? When does one decide to become a, ah... [The word. Fuck, what was it? Yes!] A forgemaster?
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[Maybe. Most of everything he does is very respectable. Look at him out here on his own (with companions) making a life for himself. Again. And it could make one his age so damn weary with the thought of having to do it all over. But he is! Respectably.
Flirting with necromancers by respectably taking them for drinks.
Which hit the table, just as he leans in to share the same space as Hector simply because he wants to. Respectably.]
Ah, a bit of a heavy-hitter already? [He pulls his pint close and swirls a finger around the lip as he considers.] Oh yes, I was a spoiled. Still, I was very young. I can't pinpoint the exact moment. I always had a penchant for music, you know; even as a child, I studied music with the enthusiasm of a fly on manure. And being a bard sounded fantastically more exciting than being a viscount. I wanted to write of adventures. Exciting things.
[Not that he still isn't a viscount, and isn't a noble, but... he moves through courts as something else other than another courtier. More importantly, he is remembered for what he creates, not what blood flows in his veins.] And, for certain, I wanted to be treated a bit more spectacularly than your average noble. [He gives a smile.] Especially a bard as talented as me.
[And humble! Perhaps it says enough he doesn't speak of his family as involved in the decision. No, he set on his path quite firmly. Went to university, studied. Did all he needed to do. Set out to make his own way when he was still in his teenage years.] I went out on my own with a lute in my hand and not much else, fresh from university. Perhaps the real moment I decided was when my first few performances resulted in a few, ah... thrown condiments. And I carried on.
[Which was still perfectly unjustified. His earlier songs were, er, not his best, but much better than the malarkey his fellow bards could be found shoveling out.] So shall I turn the question on you? When does one decide to become a, ah... [The word. Fuck, what was it? Yes!] A forgemaster?