"Sounds like he got what was comin' to him," he remarks, pleased enough with her chipper expression and the ending to that particular story. Once the questions are directed at him, though, he seems to go a bit melancholy.

"Nothing grand or noble like that."

There really aren't very many happy memories for him to share. He wouldn't know what to tell her that she'd find interesting. Soldiers like the Hawks only really knew how to kill people for money - there was hardly any liberating or well-deserved comeuppances involved. Those battle tales felt so old, now...

"I did have a time that seemed like a dream... For mercenaries, the best you can find is a good group of companions to rough it with you. People you can trust. It was like that for a few years - though I didn't realize what I had til it was gone."