Then I ought to promise to make sure it's a good one. [Thanks for backing him up, Olivia. The last thing he needed was for 'the best of the Achaens' to get all swordy-knifey with him because of a simple nickname. They were harmless, really! Even if Olivia's was a little needlessly flirty.

Anyway.

The next comment about his travels makes him think for a moment. He wouldn't lie to his comrade's wife, but he wasn't too keen on advertising the fact that he was a wanted criminal before he started working for the king. Touchy subject and all, you know. But it was easy enough to tell the truth while avoiding other truths. So he just cracks another one of those cheeky smiles of his, swirling the wine in his glass(it's delicious, the sweetness is subtle but still apparent) before giving a nod.]

Before I met Olivia, I was a bit of a nomad, I guess you could say. I didn't really have a home to speak of, I spent my time hopping from city to town to haven, selling my sword or other trinkets that I won or made during my travels. I'm a bit of a fast hand when it comes to crafting and baking, you'll find.

So I've been to quite a number of places in my life, even if I haven't yet breached the age of thirty. [He's pretty proud of this fact, even if his... enterprises weren't so proud themselves.]