dusts off rusty voice

[jabbering]

It has been quite a long time, hasn't it? It's wonderful to see you again too, milady mundane.

Now that we've met once more, may we work on finding somewhere for me to go? I know that you worry about my health very often, but I promise you that I am hardly as frail a person as I look. [even if the majority of that comes from sheer stubbornness winning out over his physical needs.] You have yet to steer me wrong--neither as a tactican nor as a writer.

[HA HA LUCIUS JUST WAIT.]

Wherever I can spread Elimine's light best is where I would like most to be, even if I am uncertain of these, er... these "games". Please think it over, milady?

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[jabbering]

Y-yes, though it is... [hesitantly:] it is more like a condition of the soul. And I am but a humble monk: I haven't much gold. It is of no import, truly. [YEAH RIGHT LUCIUS.] The attacks have fallen in severity and frequency...

[worse? oh boy. he nods, though, accepting the warning with grace.]

Thank you. I have known many whom misfortune follows, like yourself-- I am no exception, "nice lad" [a small smile] or no. May the grace of St. Elimine keep you and protect you in your journey.

[simplecuriosity]

Condition of the soul? [ Hm! ] Well, I fear I would not be able to assist in that matter. My companion and friend might be able to help you with your soul, but I fear he is nowhere to be found at this moment. I'd be upset but to tie one's friends to one's side like they are nothing but a leashed beast is meant for children.

My pleasure. [ He gives another hum. ] No need to grant me the grace of any god or goddess. Such things can only take a man so far and I plan on traveling a rather great distance.

[jabbering]

I-indeed... I have yet to find a permanent remedy. If we should cross paths when you are again in the company of your friend, I would be most grateful.

[Lucius laughs quietly and doesn't comment on the remark about friends because OOPS, HE DOES THAT. HE'S THE MOM, IT IS HIM.]

Then I shall send you my own best wishes, sir-- [wait. he doesn't know this man's name.] O-oh, I apologize. We haven't introduced ourselves and I am already asking you for favors. How thoughtless of me.

[simplecuriosity]

My pleasure. After all, it is rare to find people who have issues with their soul and not yet broken to the point of being nothing more than drooling, obnoxious parasites.

Only thoughtless if I had not offered first. And I am named Bauchelain.