Perhaps it was the warmth of the mead, sweet with honey and pungent with spices that brought back the memories of a childhood among the rolling sands of his home. The hints of golden peppercorn, twisted of ground nutmeg and the strands of the [i]kla ul[/i] from beyond the Red Sea. Whilst the vast ocean beneath them stretched far past what the eye could truly see, the expense of the Second East and what lay behind the great expanse of the Dead Waste was barely comprehensible; their journey would trail through such landmarks before trailing them to the Glass Mountains.

With a content sigh, Rhoynar gathered his attention from the lamentations of his home and towards the companion he'd been provided for such a trek. He would return to this day in his memories and perhaps curse the loose words leaving his lips, yet the inhibited caution failed to stop him.

"Of everything, I regret what happened to my brother most." His complacent and tranquil expression had altered into something melancholic as his eyes, still lingering on Illinfer's own, stared beyond into a memory. "Yet we cannot change the past, not out of a story or a child's dream." Rhoynar's voice rang with the foreign roll of his accent, ever more present considering the alcohol within his veins. "If we are to die in the great Waste, I think I would not be content. I wish not to lose my life over another man's search for objects beyond my own wealth. I would fight for another's safety and lose my life protecting them, but I choose not to do so over an object of little value to myself or those I consider family." He lifted the wooden cup to his lips once more and offered it back to his friend once again.

"You must tell me what you think of the Second East. I expect things to be beyond what you can even imagine. Our cities are far larger than those of Illium, stretching for miles. No grey skies and a sun hotter than even the most intense summer." The excitement in his voice cracked like the twist of his Alssahrain accent and birth. "I shall have to teach you to speak like us, otherwise you'll be lost." He added a comment in his native tongue with a smirk so out of character it signalled just how quickly the mead had reached his head. "You will see things far beyond your dreams. [i]Jhun'k'ai[/i] is alien compared to your home."