"...Right." What does one even say to that? "Why wouldn't you be conquering king and fighting spirit in a war that's close to its end?"

There's a person here who flies ships in space, another with a whole world of magic hidden away from common eyes and protected. Anything really is possible.

Purrelden mews at him, and Anders glances down at her before starting to carefully pick a pair of nettles out of her fur.

"I'll have to ask you more about that later on. It's about time for me to be heading back to the tents to work. The break was nice, but they'll be needing me again."