[Yes, well... maybe some other time. At the tavern, when he's in between no inhibitions and passed out on the floor.
For now, he's completely blanked on Camelot, all of a sudden. It's only slightly surprising that someone actually wants to get to know him; he's spent so much time purposely not drawing attention to himself that he almost expects it to keep happening here by default. But, hmm...]
Well... I miss it. [He looks down at his half-drunken coffee, a little more sobered than his weirdly feverish magic babbling.] Suppose that's strange to feel about a place that would have me hanged if anyone knew what I am—but I can't help it. It was home, even with the rain and the dog smell.
[Camelot sits heavy in his chest not for its problems or its kind of crap weather but for everyone in it, and for the kingdom it could have become—no more of that, now or ever.
But moving on!]
The woods were pretty, even if they were full of bandits. Couldn't really go more than five paces without being ambushed, now that I think about it. Hm.
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For now, he's completely blanked on Camelot, all of a sudden. It's only slightly surprising that someone actually wants to get to know him; he's spent so much time purposely not drawing attention to himself that he almost expects it to keep happening here by default. But, hmm...]
Well... I miss it. [He looks down at his half-drunken coffee, a little more sobered than his weirdly feverish magic babbling.] Suppose that's strange to feel about a place that would have me hanged if anyone knew what I am—but I can't help it. It was home, even with the rain and the dog smell.
[Camelot sits heavy in his chest not for its problems or its kind of crap weather but for everyone in it, and for the kingdom it could have become—no more of that, now or ever.
But moving on!]
The woods were pretty, even if they were full of bandits. Couldn't really go more than five paces without being ambushed, now that I think about it. Hm.