[Farael]

"My desires, hm? Why, so you can laugh at me too? everyone does." He sighed, remembering the times when being just a little more than a boy, he dreamt about fighting in the great battles of old time. If Losse had asked him the same question back then, he would have simply answered "I want to become a hero". It was no longer so easy, as even though he had joined the army and quickly risen through the lower ranks, his father had made sure he was always away from danger. And only in dangerous situations can a man really show what he is made of.

"I just want to protect my country and My Lord, as many did before me and many will after. But my father ruined that, so I guess I will be a merchant then. Just like him." He sighed again. It couldn't be that bad, being a merchant. At least he would always have money, and he would not be as likely to be killed. The life of a soldier had gotten easier after the fall of the Dark One, but there was still a lot of work to do. Lots of thieves to eradicate.

"I wish you were not a thief, Losse... you seem to be a very skilled and smart woman. With your smarts you could manage your own inn... but you shouldn't waste your time! We are no elves," He looked around for Teluyaviel, hoping she would not hear him talk like that "we will not be around for ever. "