The world spun around him like an alcohol-induced haze fever, the mere mention of the word 'brother' shouldn't have gotten him a reaction like this—but then he grinned and shook his head. "They're just like my brother, but we're not really blood related or anything. Same went for our grandfather—er, Old Man Joe. We just happened to be very close."
Stares from Donovan, Diov and the others came, but he ignored them.
"Hah! I see, I'm glad you still remember us. It's been quite some time—glad to see that you're doing well." Ryden grinned. "You actually look stronger and more in shape than when I last saw you—some scrawny kid you were back then in your grandfather's cart filled with vegetables."
It was obvious that this guy remembered far more things than necessary.
