Something about that phrasing causes Estinien to crack a smile. To think just how much of an impact she'd made, from beginning to end... he doesn't mean to become cloying, but it's hard for it to not feel like an understatement.

Instead, he nods his head, the distant yet fond expression lingering in his eyes.

"She was a hero of some renown by that point... the Warrior of Light, according to many. The Dravanian horde we were at war with threatened to ravage the city... but she and a handful of others lent their number to our defense, turning the siege from our gate."

"Later, some messy business in another city-state sent her and her people seeking refuge, but she had already earned herself loyalty among my countrymen for her strength and bravery. One of our noble families welcome her in, and from there... one impossible thing led to another, and soon enough, the pillars upholding an unjust war were falling one by one."

A flowery recount, even for him, but the combination of being drunk and being in such a fond mood has him really going for it.

"We fought side by side many a time, and eventually, lived to see peace return to my home. 'Tis only by her mercy that I am still here today."