He rolls his eyes and tries - fails - to not think of Naram. He doesn't want to conflate Cale with Naram. For the most part, he doesn't, but there are some similarities which are hard to ignore and bother the mercenary just a little bit. Bothers him, but he realizes that might well be why he was quick to joke with the guy, despite the Duke's son thing. Despite the magic, the rudeness...
He hates that feeling even as he loves it.
His eyes have turned green, though he doesn't know it. They will, at least, be back to hazel by the time he arrives at the canteen. He's been here several times by now, so he just asks the spirits who are doing the lion's share of organization where the redhead was. And once so directed, he shifts off his pack, puts it to a storage space, and he comes to see the guy armed only with his new wand and his sword on his belt.
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He rolls his eyes and tries - fails - to not think of Naram. He doesn't want to conflate Cale with Naram. For the most part, he doesn't, but there are some similarities which are hard to ignore and bother the mercenary just a little bit. Bothers him, but he realizes that might well be why he was quick to joke with the guy, despite the Duke's son thing. Despite the magic, the rudeness...
He hates that feeling even as he loves it.
His eyes have turned green, though he doesn't know it. They will, at least, be back to hazel by the time he arrives at the canteen. He's been here several times by now, so he just asks the spirits who are doing the lion's share of organization where the redhead was. And once so directed, he shifts off his pack, puts it to a storage space, and he comes to see the guy armed only with his new wand and his sword on his belt.
... Let's go find our man. ]