[ There has never been much of a chance for Ardbert to speak with M'ahina about the time of her life before she'd set out as an adventurer, and so he's a bit surprised to hear it mentioned now. There is something nice about reminiscing, even if melancholy is bound to come along with it. That sense of knowing it's a time you can never return to, quite literally in his case...
But he isn't about to bring down the mood. He's found a mortar and pestle which he believes he's supposed to use to crush some petals, the floral notes being quite literal in this case. He turns back to face M'ahina and gets to it, finding a strange satisfaction in the task. ]
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But he isn't about to bring down the mood. He's found a mortar and pestle which he believes he's supposed to use to crush some petals, the floral notes being quite literal in this case. He turns back to face M'ahina and gets to it, finding a strange satisfaction in the task. ]
Is that why you chose the path of the bard?