[B]Sors "Is having fun being a sassy old men" Kelden - Hunter[/B]

Sors looked at the grinning man in front of him, some might of made the comparison to that he looked like the personification of death himself. He was younger then Sors but still leaning on the older side of those gathered by the king. Looking into the man's eyes he saw death and the cold bitterness that he knew far too well, the man was no stranger to violence or the horrors that the world held within its self. When Sors was a younger man he would of probably struck out against him, arrogant and hotheaded that he was. But in his ageing state he knew that any violence would be utterly pointless, fools don't learn lessons through getting smacked around after all it only proves to them that their course of action is more exciting. Instead Sors just gave a grin back to the man, as he walked over to him and put his goblet down on the table.

"Believe me my good man! I would in a heartbeat and get away from all this unnecessary slaughter. But the fact of the matter is my grandchildren are far away from here and a journey to go be with them would take a long and arduous journey. This is of course in accordance to the fact that they do not exist, much like my children and my wife. For when you spend your youth charging down the countryside, chasing monsters hiding in the shadows and trying to anger men that could kill you quicker then most men could draw their blade... well you never really have much time to settle down and start a family."

Sors told the man with a knowing smile on his face and with the tone of that of a grandfather chastising a young grandson. He picked up the goblet once more and took another drag of it, personally to him the drink was too sweet, he preferred his alcohol like he preferred his women; cold and bitter. After he was done, he turned to address the man again, a smile still on his face his pleasant demeanor never breaking for a moment.

 "But of course, as you stated previously I'm not as young and agile as I once was. You never know, on our grand adventure my fragile old bones my break and wear due to the cold, and if that happens. Well I suppose the strapping young lads that have seemed to congregate here could easily carry me, up harsh mountainous trails and through poisonous life consuming bogs. Maybe you could ask the Shade if one of his abominations could act as mount for us to carry me? I've seen them destroy whole villages, I think carrying a little ageing old man on its back would be no problem at all... Oh right most of them are dead already because of old men like me. Well I guess we just have to hope that your back doesn't give out carrying me then." Sors told the men, before giving a polite nod and sauntering away from him, his large oaken staff padding against the floors as he went, with the dignified movement of a grand duke at a ball his long cloak seemingly floating along the floor with him, as he maneuvered his way through the group of people and back to his corner by the fireplace.