Ross frowned. "My sister used to play the harp," He quipped, pulling his massive arms forwards and plucking at the air in front of him playfully, "It was her weapon, bestowed by Gaia, like the legends say. But I knew better than that bullshit taught us. She just liked music a whole lot. Used it to buff people, used to make my strong enough to lift boulders bigger than the guild hall. She was a smart girl," Ross went on, drifting into a realm of personable discussion. He seemed to totally disregard was Bruce was saying, to a certain extent. Was this training? Or... 

	"You got any siblings? Alive or... Dead?"