If there was anything that could steady a woozy head, it was the crisp and lucid clarity of the adventures that defined his life. Arven continue to lean against the wall (just in case), but he was noticeably less pale as the young would-be healer expressed interest in his tales of peril.

”The bandits came closest”, he replied. ”Men have always been the most dangerous force of nature, after all.” True enough, they killed more than deserts and bears put together. ”Though the leader of this particular company was, in fact, a woman”, he added as he glanced thoughtfully at a flowerpot on a doorstep, not really looking at it, remembering his time on the the Anatolian peninsula.