[ Elidibus waits with his own drink, only taking a sip when they're both taken care of. It's refreshing in a weird mortal sort of way. ]
Magic, mostly. But I know my way around some steel.
[ Flexible in those thousand thousand years, what can he say. He shrugs a little though, eager not to catch himself unable to lie his way through this. ]
What types, if I may? I myself am a practiced mage, 'tis always a pleasure to speak with a fellow practitioner.
[He wouldn't let the question go unanswered, of course, hoping maybe to get more in turn:]
A red mage, well versed in the arts of black and white magic, and through steel and focus is it channeled. A mage and a swordsman all in one, 'tis a versatile, energetic profession. A little bit of everything, you could say.
I have experience with several types of magic. I would not say I have mastered any specific profession, however. Or even that I am a professional at all. Nothing like a Warrior of Light.
[ He is certainly no Emet-Selch. And X'ruhn thinks he's some young sundered lad so he'll just roll with it for now. But he also can't just say he has like. The bulked up powers of a Warrior of Light, or that he can turn into a giant man with a pretty sword. Alas. ]
I see, that would explain your attire. But I thought it best to ask.
[ Very red-mage. Elidibus nods. ] I also prefer versatility. Adaptability is important.
A Jack of all Trades, are you? 'Tis hardly fair to compare yourself to the Warrior of Light, Elidibus. It isn't as if all can be as they are, nor should they. That you find enjoyment and completion in your profession would be fortuitous enough, for there are plenty who could not boast the same.
Will you not tell me more of yourself? What were you doing exactly, before you found yourself here?
Yes, that seems like a good name for it. [ He nods, a mildly amused smile coming over his features as he's told not to compare himself with the Warrior of Light. Indeed... ]
It should be very difficult to be recognized at their level I would think, you are right. I am not sure I could deal with the fame.
[ He takes a sneaky sip of his drink. ]
Before coming here... I was, on a journey. Visiting some old friends.
[One day he's going to find out and he's going to feel very silly.]
It does strike me as being quite exhausting, though there's some benefit to be gained if nothing else. I'd not have been able to complete some important research, had it not been for their renown. I owe the life of a student to that and to them, and I'm deeply grateful for it.
[He saw that sip, sir. He beams, before taking another deep draught himself, the warm, relaxing effect of the drink starting to settle in comfortably.]
Is that so? So the Warrior of Light has even helped you personally.
[ Gross. Though he's good at refraining from rolling his eyes and distracts with another swig of ale instead. It's starting to warm his body up, so X'rhun is in more danger than he realizes. ]
... I was in Garlemald and forced to retreat, actually. I was able ... to unexpectedly see my lost companions somewhere beyond that. The... details are somewhat lost to me in wake of all that.
It seems to be their wont, doesn't it? 'Tis a noble trait, an admirable one. Would that I could be as prolific in my own efforts as they are, I don't know how they do it. I wondered sometimes if they even slept.
[At this point, the miqo'te's tail had started to idly curl and relax, the motion sluggish and easy, those fluffy ears half cocked, though not completely asymmetrical. A few more drinks though and it won't be that way for long, that's for sure.]
Within Garlemald itself? Forgive the prying, I have a personal investment in regards to the nation, [As did most people in Eorzea, but as a citizen of Ala Mhigo, he couldn't help but feel it was a little more personal] for what reason were you there?
[It's a potentially loaded question, to a degree of which he might not even be fully cognizant of himself, considering his encroaching drunken state here.]
[ Trying to keep the vitriol out of his voice is much easier when he's getting tipsy, thankfully. He smiles somewhat wryly, though is quick to cover it with his mug of ale. ]
Mm? [ He blinks slowly, the alcohol starting to fill his body's weak mortal veins with that sort-of-pleasant but sort-of-strange tingle. ] I was doing some research... Secretly of course, I am clearly no Garlean.
[ Small of stature, no third eye. He weaves his tale with his gift for words, which thankfully makes up for how ruefully behind his fellow Unsundered are when it comes to creativity. ]
It was only a matter of time before I would have to escape it, I suppose. [ He shakes his head. ] A rather depressing subject, I am sorry to have brought it up.
[The conversation would shift soon enough, at least! His tankard almost three quarters empty, he'd set the glass down to lean back in his chair, languid and relaxed.
The answer, apparently, suited him well enough in that moment.]
I'm happy to see you made it out alive, then. Not many who have ventured too far into Garlemald itself have had the privilege of coming back. [Alive or dead. The other man looked too young to meet with such a grisly fate, though tragic it would have been for anyone of any age to have suffered the same.]
No, do not apologize, I inquired further on it. I asked for more information from you, and you did so give it. Should you like, I can change the subject, I myself was rather busy before I appeared here. There's much I could tell you about... Ah, such as Arya, my current pupil, if you'd like.
[ He's much stronger than Elidibus, who has probably finished about the same amount by now, or even a little less, and is already beginning to look at this sad little Sundered Miqo'te as entirely more interesting than he originally thought.
A mature man, aged finely and with so much experience in life.... Elidibus' favorite type. Oh no. ]
Oh... yes. It was a risk to take indeed. But my work is even far more interesting to me than adventuring itself.
[ He shakes his head, as if to clear some thought. ]
Current pupil? A teacher, then.... Is that what you were doing?
[It'd be unfair to call drinking a hobby, there was a less charitable word for that, but the mage certainly had a lot of experience when it came to drinking, that much was true enough.
Loosened up and easy now as he was, he'd focus entirely now upon the other man, taking a good, long moment to fully take him in. Not so dreadfully young, no, perhaps indeed about as old as the Warrior was, were he to hazard a guess. His curiosity was burning brightly, the desire to learn more about his current company wasn't about to go away any time soon.
Especially not with a response like that.]
Your work? Then adventuring 'tis but a hobby, of sorts? Or does it come part in parcel with your work?
It was indeed, as surprising as it was for me. Being a teacher was not something I had originally strove for, rather it seemed to fall into my lap. I couldn't turn away those who asked to learn, however. Unexpected as it was, I couldn't ever claim to call it unwanted.
[ It would not surprise Elidibus at this point if the miqo'te could hold his liquor better. He is quickly learning himself doomed when faced with mortal alcohol in a mortal body. He hates it... but is clearly not stopping himself entirely. ]
Adventuring... is something of a hobby, yes. I am more a diplomat than anything.
[ He's had his hand in creating heroes, and being a hero, and destroying heroes of great renown of course. But First and Foremost he will always be the Emissary. Small details he leaves out for X'ruhn of course, but their attention goes to the matter of teaching which is a fine enough distraction.
And if Elidibus happens to be admiring his teacher's form from a physical perspective as well now, don't worry about it. ]
A natural instructor, then. It's a fine quality to have. Your student... has not come to this place with you? Perhaps you can teach others in the meantime.
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Magic, mostly. But I know my way around some steel.
[ Flexible in those thousand thousand years, what can he say. He shrugs a little though, eager not to catch himself unable to lie his way through this. ]
And yourself? I would like to hear more.
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[He wouldn't let the question go unanswered, of course, hoping maybe to get more in turn:]
A red mage, well versed in the arts of black and white magic, and through steel and focus is it channeled. A mage and a swordsman all in one, 'tis a versatile, energetic profession. A little bit of everything, you could say.
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[ He is certainly no Emet-Selch. And X'ruhn thinks he's some young sundered lad so he'll just roll with it for now. But he also can't just say he has like. The bulked up powers of a Warrior of Light, or that he can turn into a giant man with a pretty sword. Alas. ]
I see, that would explain your attire. But I thought it best to ask.
[ Very red-mage. Elidibus nods. ] I also prefer versatility. Adaptability is important.
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Will you not tell me more of yourself? What were you doing exactly, before you found yourself here?
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It should be very difficult to be recognized at their level I would think, you are right. I am not sure I could deal with the fame.
[ He takes a sneaky sip of his drink. ]
Before coming here... I was, on a journey. Visiting some old friends.
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It does strike me as being quite exhausting, though there's some benefit to be gained if nothing else. I'd not have been able to complete some important research, had it not been for their renown. I owe the life of a student to that and to them, and I'm deeply grateful for it.
[He saw that sip, sir. He beams, before taking another deep draught himself, the warm, relaxing effect of the drink starting to settle in comfortably.]
Ah? Where to precisely?
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Is that so? So the Warrior of Light has even helped you personally.
[ Gross. Though he's good at refraining from rolling his eyes and distracts with another swig of ale instead. It's starting to warm his body up, so X'rhun is in more danger than he realizes. ]
... I was in Garlemald and forced to retreat, actually. I was able ... to unexpectedly see my lost companions somewhere beyond that. The... details are somewhat lost to me in wake of all that.
[ It's cause he went to the First. That's why. ]
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[At this point, the miqo'te's tail had started to idly curl and relax, the motion sluggish and easy, those fluffy ears half cocked, though not completely asymmetrical. A few more drinks though and it won't be that way for long, that's for sure.]
Within Garlemald itself? Forgive the prying, I have a personal investment in regards to the nation, [As did most people in Eorzea, but as a citizen of Ala Mhigo, he couldn't help but feel it was a little more personal] for what reason were you there?
[It's a potentially loaded question, to a degree of which he might not even be fully cognizant of himself, considering his encroaching drunken state here.]
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[ Trying to keep the vitriol out of his voice is much easier when he's getting tipsy, thankfully. He smiles somewhat wryly, though is quick to cover it with his mug of ale. ]
Mm? [ He blinks slowly, the alcohol starting to fill his body's weak mortal veins with that sort-of-pleasant but sort-of-strange tingle. ] I was doing some research... Secretly of course, I am clearly no Garlean.
[ Small of stature, no third eye. He weaves his tale with his gift for words, which thankfully makes up for how ruefully behind his fellow Unsundered are when it comes to creativity. ]
It was only a matter of time before I would have to escape it, I suppose. [ He shakes his head. ] A rather depressing subject, I am sorry to have brought it up.
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The answer, apparently, suited him well enough in that moment.]
I'm happy to see you made it out alive, then. Not many who have ventured too far into Garlemald itself have had the privilege of coming back. [Alive or dead. The other man looked too young to meet with such a grisly fate, though tragic it would have been for anyone of any age to have suffered the same.]
No, do not apologize, I inquired further on it. I asked for more information from you, and you did so give it. Should you like, I can change the subject, I myself was rather busy before I appeared here. There's much I could tell you about... Ah, such as Arya, my current pupil, if you'd like.
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A mature man, aged finely and with so much experience in life.... Elidibus' favorite type. Oh no. ]
Oh... yes. It was a risk to take indeed. But my work is even far more interesting to me than adventuring itself.
[ He shakes his head, as if to clear some thought. ]
Current pupil? A teacher, then.... Is that what you were doing?
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Loosened up and easy now as he was, he'd focus entirely now upon the other man, taking a good, long moment to fully take him in. Not so dreadfully young, no, perhaps indeed about as old as the Warrior was, were he to hazard a guess. His curiosity was burning brightly, the desire to learn more about his current company wasn't about to go away any time soon.
Especially not with a response like that.]
Your work? Then adventuring 'tis but a hobby, of sorts? Or does it come part in parcel with your work?
It was indeed, as surprising as it was for me. Being a teacher was not something I had originally strove for, rather it seemed to fall into my lap. I couldn't turn away those who asked to learn, however. Unexpected as it was, I couldn't ever claim to call it unwanted.
dw's nasty trickses....
Adventuring... is something of a hobby, yes. I am more a diplomat than anything.
[ He's had his hand in creating heroes, and being a hero, and destroying heroes of great renown of course. But First and Foremost he will always be the Emissary. Small details he leaves out for X'ruhn of course, but their attention goes to the matter of teaching which is a fine enough distraction.
And if Elidibus happens to be admiring his teacher's form from a physical perspective as well now, don't worry about it. ]
A natural instructor, then. It's a fine quality to have. Your student... has not come to this place with you? Perhaps you can teach others in the meantime.