Thierry and Conraed have been in Restov for a few days now. Gozran is well underway as the sun shines a little more each day. Today has been on the cool side, and THierry has spent most of it getting fitted for his armor. He returns later than usual to the small 2nd story room he has been renting from a widow, an parishionner introduced to him by Elder Ezvanki. The armourer, a dour woman by the name of Tursa, has been trying to get the elbow joints to work properly and insisted Thierry stay for a late fitting. Coming in he finds Conraed has already returned from his own errands. THey share a meal of cold chicken purchased from the widow Ranolf, ildly chatting about their day. Thierry has been growing more and more unconfortable in the days following his miraculous healing. As the two mean settle in for a game of three dragon ante, Thierry waits for a lull in the game to ask "Conraed, do you ever think about the future, your future I mean? What you want out of life?"
Conraed shrugs. "Not really; that kind of thinking never really made any difference. Things rarely work out in a way I would have predicted. Didn't plan to end up scrounging around in the Stolen Lands. Never set out to join a bandit gang. Didn't expect Happs to get cut down, me captured and put into your service. Never dreamed of joining a crusade to depose the Stag Lord. And here I am now back in Restov, hobnobbing with nobles, Swordlords and High Priests; just about the last thing I ever expected to be doing. Life seems pretty random from where I'm sitting; just like this damned hand of cards…" Conraed finishes with a sigh as he finally chooses and tosses a piddly four-of-green onto his flight.
Adding a seven-of-red with a smile to his pair of red cards, Thierry adds "Mmmm, I guess if you look at it that way. I always considered I'd inherit my family lands and home, get maried and have children. I never thought I'd lose everything and have to start over my life the way I did, especially not something as dangerous as what we're doing. But now, your life is a bit more, well, straightened out. You've more than earned your freedom and the right to do what to do with yourself. What is it you would want from life now, if you could ask and plan?"
Conraed laughs. "My life is straightened out? Both of us fell in battle just last week. It seems a miracle that the two of us are still alive to play cards this evening; though I don't know if you could call what I'm doing with these cards playing… I'm merely living day to day as I always have and I honestly haven't fathomed what the future may bring with the next sunrise. Making long term plans for my life would seem to me like a silly daydream."
"I guess last week's fight does put things in perspective." The young baronet distractedly plays a 2-of-brass "I guess it's in my nature to plan things. It's not because life makes some of those plans impossible that I feel I should abandon them. For instance, I know I want children one day. So any..um…long-term relationship that I would want to pursue with someone would need to take that into account." Thierry looks a bit ankward as he adds "That a long term, steady relationship is what I eventually want, for a family."
It seems to be Conraed's turn to appear flustered as the nature of their discussion seems to dawn on him. The man seems to focus intently on the remaining cards in his hand for an interminable moment before playing the priest card and throwing a coin into the stakes. "Of course. You're a nobleman. Producing an heir is what it's all about right? I hadn't thought much about such things myself. You might have noticed that there was only one woman in all of the Stag Lord's bandits and she wasn't what I'd call the motherly type; we were more of a brotherhood I guess. So, uh, you have some lucky lady in mind?"
"What, no, no…no…lady. I guess when the time comes I'll have to give it proper thought. And it.s not about an heir. it's about being a father. Abouth the joy that brings to a man. I loved my father, Erastil have his soul. I want to be as good a father as he was, to teach and nurture as he did me. But that's not for right now" Perhaps stalling for time, Thierry plays the adventurer, discarding his hand and drawing a new one. "It must have very lonely for you, amongst the bandits."
"It was bearable when we weren't out shaking-down travelers and I managed to keep out of Kressle's sight. Some of the bandits were alright I guess, though I wouldn't call em amiable. I'll be the first to admit that I find your company much more pleasant; you and the ladies I mean."
Thierry lowers his new hand, not even bothering to look at it, muttering. "This is…when I see Xene…" Looking up, he says "Conraed, please, if there's anything you want to tell me, go ahead. We're grown men, not blushing damsels." But saying so the young man turns crimson, even as he tries to look stoic.