Ajax didn't even bother answering the halfling, he felt it obvious that he had no items on him. He was wearing a loose white robe that hid little of his visage, and had nothing on him that even approached magical. He would've understood it had he been wearing his magnificent champion's belt, but he had lost that years ago. He didn't care that one of the others seemed to know her, he simply wondered how and why he tolerated the nuisance. As for the youth, titles such as knight meant little to Ajax. He'd seen worthy and unworthy both use such a word, with various additions, to describe themselves in a variety of settings.

He offered the man at arms a nod of approval as he took his drink before addressing him. "Cubs grow or they die", he stated matter of factly, "we'll see your bite and your future out there. Climb ever higher by your own power, let nothing stop you, crush everything on your way, that's what it means to be strong" he offered as "advice", raising a clenched fist up about face-high. "In short, be like me", he finished with a toothy grin before leaving the wineskin for others to take.

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