[ It's good that injury was avoided all around. Happy is the healer whose skills are not needed, after all.
Before Arthur can bring up the nagging sense of familiarity that keeps tugging at the corners of his mind, the other man does it for him. The question all but confirms Arthur's suspicions, that they were classmates once. That just leaves the matter of who, exactly, he's speaking to. ]
I was, yes. As were you, I assume.
[ He gives the man before him a once-over, pieces slowly falling into place as he marks the color of his hair, the shade of his lone eye, the tone of his voice. There is only one logical conclusion, but... if he's right, then the years have been especially unkind. ]
Prince Dimitri?
[ Or is it king now? He'd tried to brush up on the politics of Fódlan before he left home, but news was so sparse, he didn't have much to put together. ]
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Before Arthur can bring up the nagging sense of familiarity that keeps tugging at the corners of his mind, the other man does it for him. The question all but confirms Arthur's suspicions, that they were classmates once. That just leaves the matter of who, exactly, he's speaking to. ]
I was, yes. As were you, I assume.
[ He gives the man before him a once-over, pieces slowly falling into place as he marks the color of his hair, the shade of his lone eye, the tone of his voice. There is only one logical conclusion, but... if he's right, then the years have been especially unkind. ]
Prince Dimitri?
[ Or is it king now? He'd tried to brush up on the politics of Fódlan before he left home, but news was so sparse, he didn't have much to put together. ]