[ Truly, philosophical conversations are the purvey of his younger brother — while Clive is well read and well bred (despite his mother's attempts to make him feel otherwise), but he's always preferred to hit things with a sword, in the end. Still, talking to Istredd is easy, and it almost feels like talking to Joshua, sometimes, though Istredd's world, inner and out, is so vastly different to his own. The thought of continuing this line, then, intrigues him, and Clive nods, a little surprised at how happy he is that Istredd might want to continue it.
Has it truly been so long since he's made a friend? ]
I will, Istredd.
[ He glances up as one of the townspeople yelps in surprise, struggling to hold a large block of lumber a group are trying to lift towards the roof. ]
absolutely!!
Has it truly been so long since he's made a friend? ]
I will, Istredd.
[ He glances up as one of the townspeople yelps in surprise, struggling to hold a large block of lumber a group are trying to lift towards the roof. ]
It truly is never ending, hm?
[ And he sets forth. ]