[ It's strange, how such a simple question takes him aback. For all he's spoken to others here, of their battles against strange monsters and creatures, of horrific weapons, of wartimes, of druglords and violent takeovers, it didn't occur to him that he would ever meet someone for which fighting... simply wasn't part and parcel of their daily lives.

Almyra may not strictly be at war, skirmishes aside, but theirs is a warrior culture. Fighting is in his blood. The idea of any other way of life is upsettingly foreign to him. ]

Well... yes, there is. I suppose your home is at peacetime then, huh? [ He leans back, tapping his fingers against the picnic table. ] We're in the midst of a war right now. But even before war, there's always fighting to be had, battles to be waged. Uprisings, bandit attacks, skirmishes, things like that. It's the way our lands have always been, as I understand it.