I am fine. Honestly, you are getting far worse than Squire Altennia for worrying needlessly.
[He removes his hand from the hilt of his greatsword finally, and instead chooses to cross his arms about his torso as he views the town. It seems idyllic and blissful enough, but the stares are really, really starting to get to him. He's about to retort something to a certain gawper before he views the castle, head actually tilting at the sight of it. It's nothing like Château d'Origulle. It's bigger, for one. Brighter, for another.]
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I am fine. Honestly, you are getting far worse than Squire Altennia for worrying needlessly.
[He removes his hand from the hilt of his greatsword finally, and instead chooses to cross his arms about his torso as he views the town. It seems idyllic and blissful enough, but the stares are really, really starting to get to him. He's about to retort something to a certain gawper before he views the castle, head actually tilting at the sight of it. It's nothing like Château d'Origulle. It's bigger, for one. Brighter, for another.]