Xavarian pursed his lips slightly with a small smile while listening to the man's reply to the Lalafell's question. Â
"I have to agree that they likely don't merely go in swinging..~ Â Though I can't speak for heroes either, really. Â Simply that what may be 'heroic' is not necessarily always what is expected~ Â Or so I think, and it seems logical to me. One may call another a hero for performing something of particular importance to them or another, hm? Â Something that may save a troubled one- er, one who was troubled, rather, from a feat they could have never seen through themselves. Â Again, I think he is right" another gesture to Warren "that intentions are of merit, though.. I also think that a hero is not one who ever necessarily acts alone~ Â Or, well, acts without anyone else in mind, insofar as their 'heroic deeds' are concerned. Â Many things, such as training, preparation, and so forth can be solitary, certainly, but the reasons one can be called a hero are often due to what actions they see through with one beyond the self in mind. Â But, of course, I could be entirely wrong, I am merely speculating..~"
The duskwight waves a hand at that last remark, and shifts his position slightly in the sands, looking down at his book. Â He appears as though about to write something, then pauses. Â
"What it seemed you were doing here was.. perhaps an attempt at training yourself~? Â Of course, maybe not, but if it were, I am not sure just going in swinging is the best route for you yet~ Â I imagine heroes who choose to fight, intentions aside, have methods that work well for them in particular. Â So if you find that running in swinging leaves you in a pile of rocks, perhaps an alternate approach would be wise. Â At least until doing so comes easier..~ Â Such as.. a distraction of sorts? Â Being quiet perhaps? Â Or something of an immobilizing nature so you may come closer to one not expecting you." Â A pause. "Given you've a reason to be after a particular something in the first place. Â Perhaps you need a teacher by way of the sword, if, of course, you're the sort to listen to teachers~"
Xavarian covers his mouth with a hand for a moment, hiding an inaudible yawn that to anyone else might only appear a momentary furrowed brow. Â He certainly wasn't bored, but did appear somewhat weary. Â It had been a long night, and the sun just made him more longing for a dark retreat. Â Placing the pen down on the open pages, and running a hand through his hair, he asks a final question.
"Might I ask your name?" Â Inquired with a grin.
"I have to agree that they likely don't merely go in swinging..~ Â Though I can't speak for heroes either, really. Â Simply that what may be 'heroic' is not necessarily always what is expected~ Â Or so I think, and it seems logical to me. One may call another a hero for performing something of particular importance to them or another, hm? Â Something that may save a troubled one- er, one who was troubled, rather, from a feat they could have never seen through themselves. Â Again, I think he is right" another gesture to Warren "that intentions are of merit, though.. I also think that a hero is not one who ever necessarily acts alone~ Â Or, well, acts without anyone else in mind, insofar as their 'heroic deeds' are concerned. Â Many things, such as training, preparation, and so forth can be solitary, certainly, but the reasons one can be called a hero are often due to what actions they see through with one beyond the self in mind. Â But, of course, I could be entirely wrong, I am merely speculating..~"
The duskwight waves a hand at that last remark, and shifts his position slightly in the sands, looking down at his book. Â He appears as though about to write something, then pauses. Â
"What it seemed you were doing here was.. perhaps an attempt at training yourself~? Â Of course, maybe not, but if it were, I am not sure just going in swinging is the best route for you yet~ Â I imagine heroes who choose to fight, intentions aside, have methods that work well for them in particular. Â So if you find that running in swinging leaves you in a pile of rocks, perhaps an alternate approach would be wise. Â At least until doing so comes easier..~ Â Such as.. a distraction of sorts? Â Being quiet perhaps? Â Or something of an immobilizing nature so you may come closer to one not expecting you." Â A pause. "Given you've a reason to be after a particular something in the first place. Â Perhaps you need a teacher by way of the sword, if, of course, you're the sort to listen to teachers~"
Xavarian covers his mouth with a hand for a moment, hiding an inaudible yawn that to anyone else might only appear a momentary furrowed brow. Â He certainly wasn't bored, but did appear somewhat weary. Â It had been a long night, and the sun just made him more longing for a dark retreat. Â Placing the pen down on the open pages, and running a hand through his hair, he asks a final question.
"Might I ask your name?" Â Inquired with a grin.
