Whilst Kerrigan is readying himself, Aldacot sits on the bed. A smile creeps across his face as he makes himself comfy but he snaps out of it as he listens to Kerrigan.
Mmmm, "not the best of circumstances" you say: little around here seems to happen under the best of circumstances. Oh well, it's all part of the grand circle of life I suppose: be under heavy circumstances when out and about, and then make up for it with some ale in the tavern afterward.
He grins contentedly and then turns serious.
As for me, well, I'm sorry that I was unable to keep in touch. I have been around...
He pauses for a second with a far away look in his eyes.
The far away glance goes as quickly as it came, and is replaced by a bright grin.
After all, we all go through life searching, don't we, Kerrigan? If there was nothing to search for, or no questions to ask, etc etc we would get bored pretty quickly, wouldn't we?
Aldacot - the mysterious elf with a taste for (lots of) ale