As Paris drinks, Bruce sheathes his sword and crouches to look into the tomb of sorts. "Is there anything in here you want to bring with you? I doubt you'll be back here anytime soon." There wasn't much there, but it interested him nonetheless.
He stands up again, looking over at Paris and trying to decide how much to tell the stranger and what, before looking away again and back into the ground. "...A crusader of sorts, like yourself I suppose you could say. My name isn't important, not here. If you stick around to where it will become important again, then you'll hear it. But until then, I'm just a student." His expression was more melancholic than usual if it was possible. "We all must prepare before we start our wars."
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