Falling like ashes to the ground

So a resident, he filed the information away into his brain. Couldn’t hurt knowing someone else in Arlathan besides Zoltan. Now of course, he currently had no plans to help go up against Elgar’nan, but as he suspected Arlathan stood against him, it couldn’t hurt having more allies there that would know what was going on in that front. He might not plan to fight, but that was only if his personal freedoms weren’t threatened.

He thought about what he should say next, he knew how to answer her question, but he also considered offering at least a little bit more about himself than just answering her question. It was a delicate give and take, the art of conversation, and he wasn’t one to rush into it without thinking about his words beforehand.

Well, it is a lovely little corner of the world. I suppose you could say neighbours in a sense, in only that we both hail from Antiva. I never got to Arlathan back during its former glory, never made it out of Oranavra myself. He paused briefly, and then quickly added. Er, that would be Nevarra and a big part of Orlais today. So he’d admitted to being an ancient elf, that was pretty personal. Sure the last few years ancients were waking up left and right, but when he woke up twenty years earlier, they weren’t as common and he’d learned to keep that information more of a secret back then.