"Such a pain."
Once again, he was surprised by another person, finding a man standing beside him that stood out from the nobles.
The man looked to be his senior by a few years at most, though stood an entire head shorter than himself.
He wore abnormal armor of a black-and-silver shade, covered with circular, sharp protrusions.
'He's not a lord. An adventurer?' He questioned.
Even stranger was the fact that the disgruntled figure was the only one so abundantly clad in protection.
The armored stranger scoffed, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground, "These events are such a bore. Uegh…I always forget what a pain these are. I'm not letting Siegfried convince me to come to these anymore. I'd rather be out there fighting in Yggdrasil."
"—Err, yeah," Bastian quietly responded, not sure if the strange, short man was even talking to him or just venting out loud.
