Daren tilted his head, considering. On the one hand, he could go and see the latest inventions of war and combat. That would certainly promise to be interesting. After all, who wouldn't want to see what the best and greatest minds the Seraphim have to offer could create, especially given that they've magic as well. There would certainly be enough things there to keep him occupied, and he would get to see more of the city in the process. Always a plus, given that this city was one of the most well built, beautiful, and amazing architectural creation he had ever seen. Then again, he hadn't seen all that much in terms of great architectural building. A few houses that soon burned down all around him in his early life. Some stone buildings in the towns he visited. Then the huts of the wolf tribe. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Daren realized that this was likely the first and only truly great city he was going to see. The city that was on top of a very high mountain with a very long way down to the bottom. On the other hand, he could go with an old man and listen to his stories. As if prodded forward by the familiarity, an old memory floated to the front of Daren's mind. Another old man, his eyes that sparked with good humor nearly lost in the wrinkles, telling him stories as he sat in front of him. The memory filled Daren with a warmth. It was a from a time when he knew he had people who loved him. However another memory soon took it's place.

That same old man, eyes glassed over with death, laying in front of the member of the mob who had killed him, while the fire raged all around. Daren shook himself, banishing that memory to the dark recesses of his mind. "Doubtless I'll see these new weapons, or better versions of them, sooner or later. But stories, ah, stories are a once in a lifetime opportunity. I'll take my chances with you."