[ Not one for heroics? The look that Ardbert fixes Moenbryda with when she says as much is nothing less than skeptical. One doesn't get close with the Scions without having at least a few heroic tendencies, he would guess.
As she continues on, however, his expression smooths into something more thoughtful. He takes a slow sip of his drink. She makes a good point, and this is a conversation which Ardbert's had with himself more times than he would care to count. For all that he might be full of regret, is there anything he could go back and do differently?
Not bury his axe into Mitron's chest, mayhap. ]
You're not wrong. Before we knew it, the whole star was calling us heroes. Warriors of Light. Aye, just like the one I'm sure you had the pleasure of meeting.
[ Unless she'd lost her life before the Scions and the Warrior of Light had come together. ]
[ The corner of Moenbryda's mouth lifts again, her head cocking slightly. ]
Just the one that I've met. [ She affirms. ] From what I'm given to understand, it's not the most common of titles, so unless where you come from is that different, you must have done something to earn it.
[ While she hadn't zeroed in on that little detail about being from another star the first time, she does now, giving him an appraising look as drums her fingers on the tabletop. ]
Though unless things have very much changed from what I remember, we're a very long way from managing trips between stars, brief or otherwise. How is it that you came to meet the Scions, exactly?
[ Though with heroes, really, anything might be possible. ]
[ There's little chance of Moenbryda getting Ardbert to brag about any of his accomplishments from back when he'd carried that title, and he offers her little more than a shrug in response. She'll have to draw her own conclusions. Ardbert wouldn't even say that he could be lumped in with the Warrior she knows, who's on a whole other level compared to him. He's aware that he'd earn protest from the hero themselves, were he ever to voice that sentiment.
Not that it matters much now. He's already gone, on this train to make his way to a place from whence he'll likely never return. For good, this time.
Which brings him to Moenbryda's question. He smiles wryly, ducking his head for a moment before taking another long draw from his drink. Then, he stares at the glass rather than her, his fingers tracing over the condensation. ]
It's more common than you would expect, these days. Inter-dimensional travel, that is. I did it the hard way, by making a bad deal with an Ascian.
[ It's not a time or set of circumstances he's ever eager to recall, but he also isn't going to lie to her. All he can do these days is own up to his mistakes. ]
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As she continues on, however, his expression smooths into something more thoughtful. He takes a slow sip of his drink. She makes a good point, and this is a conversation which Ardbert's had with himself more times than he would care to count. For all that he might be full of regret, is there anything he could go back and do differently?
Not bury his axe into Mitron's chest, mayhap. ]
You're not wrong. Before we knew it, the whole star was calling us heroes. Warriors of Light. Aye, just like the one I'm sure you had the pleasure of meeting.
[ Unless she'd lost her life before the Scions and the Warrior of Light had come together. ]
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Just the one that I've met. [ She affirms. ] From what I'm given to understand, it's not the most common of titles, so unless where you come from is that different, you must have done something to earn it.
[ While she hadn't zeroed in on that little detail about being from another star the first time, she does now, giving him an appraising look as drums her fingers on the tabletop. ]
Though unless things have very much changed from what I remember, we're a very long way from managing trips between stars, brief or otherwise. How is it that you came to meet the Scions, exactly?
[ Though with heroes, really, anything might be possible. ]
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Not that it matters much now. He's already gone, on this train to make his way to a place from whence he'll likely never return. For good, this time.
Which brings him to Moenbryda's question. He smiles wryly, ducking his head for a moment before taking another long draw from his drink. Then, he stares at the glass rather than her, his fingers tracing over the condensation. ]
It's more common than you would expect, these days. Inter-dimensional travel, that is. I did it the hard way, by making a bad deal with an Ascian.
[ It's not a time or set of circumstances he's ever eager to recall, but he also isn't going to lie to her. All he can do these days is own up to his mistakes. ]