"It would be, sir." said Alaric, only barely touching his food. Not that it wasn't delicious, Alaric didn't have the taste for food he used to have before... [i]dying.[/i] It was still a hard word to say, despite everything that has happened. His father was gone. All of his friends were hollow. Home was a memory. [i]And here I am, fighting off despair.[/i]

"But easy is the last word I would use to describe this place." he said before finally finishing his bowl and setting it down. The prince reached for his claymore and began to take a whetstone to it. "I cannot help but notice, sir, that you carry no blade. Are you planning on punching the undead with barefists?" Surely an impressive thing to see, if it was true.