From the young man's manner of speech, Ramza thought, maybe wasn't too far off in his assumption. But only Boco- said enormous, bridled bird-mount- paid Marth's gawking stare any heed, and returned it with a curious, searching gaze of his own. He was more or less used to getting that kind of attention by now.
"You'll at least find a bit of rest here for your sword arm," Ramza continued, glancing over Marth's shoulder to the crowds surrounding the entrance. Thank the Gods they were conscripted for aid and bereft a war to fight, the occasional wayward snowman notwithstanding.
"And I, Ramza," he spoke, removing one of his gloves as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Ramza Beoulve," he added, if only out of habit for the weight of his own surname. A touch always did well to explain the workings of Saeng Song, as strange a place as it was; Ramza, himself, might have never understood had he not felt it firsthand upon his arrival.
"...No-one of consequence," he added with a tired smile.
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"You'll at least find a bit of rest here for your sword arm," Ramza continued, glancing over Marth's shoulder to the crowds surrounding the entrance. Thank the Gods they were conscripted for aid and bereft a war to fight, the occasional wayward snowman notwithstanding.
"And I, Ramza," he spoke, removing one of his gloves as he extended his hand for a handshake. "Ramza Beoulve," he added, if only out of habit for the weight of his own surname. A touch always did well to explain the workings of Saeng Song, as strange a place as it was; Ramza, himself, might have never understood had he not felt it firsthand upon his arrival.
"...No-one of consequence," he added with a tired smile.