"Surely you have some tales to tell, of the places you have visited?"
Tales to tell? Oh, he had tales to tell, but...somehow, he got the feeling that Taurewen wouldn't enjoy them. Men could be very cruel, and Taurewen was far too kind. His tales would cast a shadow on their thus far lovely day, and he was enjoying himself too much to do that. But as for the places he had visited...
"I must confess that I don't remember most of the places I've been. I was usually drunk, or recovering from a drunk. Neither state is conducive to memories." That wasn't strictly true, but the places he could remember had been the places that one didn't dare get drunk in, or risk ending up in an alley with one's throat slit. He doubted Taurewen would want to hear about those. Or rather, that he'd been to that sort of place.
"So, Ceros and Ihwesta are wed? That doesn't surprise me; they were half in love before we left..." he trailed off, wanting to avoid talking about anything that would remind either of them about that awful mission. Unfortunately, there wasn't much else to talk about. He wanted to avoid tales of his travels, for fear of some of the memories contained therein, he wanted to avoid discussions of Eryn Lasgalen as it used to be, because he didn't really want to go back, and he wanted to avoid memories, simply because most of his memories were rather...uncomfortable. So what was there to talk about?
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