Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20161215214850/@comment-25808351-20161220214638

Having at least heard "thanks" the young man does a small nod of approval and stands at attention like a soldier. It is readily apparent that he is well versed in formalities. "You are quite welcome my lady. Might I know your name?" He leans forward a little.

"Lucida, Ibrahim." Marcus says while turning around on his stool. The young man's eyes widen and glow with joy.

"Sir Jaghund?! I should have known it was you, one of the few who wear black suede in Zahmeria. How have you been my friend? I, hope father hasn't been over working you lately...." The young man says in a concerned tone. Marcus waves dismissively.

"It's all part of the job. A champion must heed the call." Marcus says tapping the Bardot a refill.

"I suppose you never miss a beat for your country?" The young man replies.

"Never. Although, sometimes I wish I did. Not every call left me feeling like a hero...." Marcus says quietly.

"Ah, the call of duty can be one to lament. But Marcus, I've studied history my whole life. Many heros of old had to do things they were not proud of, in order to do great things. Regrettable is the horrors of violence. But I've seen you defend this country from armies, disease, poverty and despair. What horrors you committed for your nation, are in the past and that is where they remain. So many here owe you their lives, do not forget that." The young man pats Marcus's shoulder.

"Watch it boy, I might call you a 'wiseman'." Marcus chuckles.

"Well I'm sure that brain of yours could think of something worse, but enough of the past, let us focus on the present." He turns back to Lucida. "Lucida Ibrahim, sorry if I mispronounced. I am Adelhard Von'Stark, it is a pleasure to meet you." He takes Lu's hand and bows while holding it.