[Fidelis Meridius]

Fidelis remained fairly confined to himself and his glass when it came to his internal confliction... Even with the elf, who was easily his best friend, sitting accross from him. The warrior hadn't been close to any other living being in such a way since Maximus died. Not even his family knew of his whereabouts or did they have the slightest idea of what had transpired for half his life. For all reality, the boy that was Fidelis died that night as well. The man at the table was not a man raised by Centripaxian farmers.

Taking another gulp from the glass, Fidelis licked his lips. "I am sure your assumptions are correct. The palace would be a dangerous place to infiltrate, but it is not impossible... I will do what I must." The Jorelite spoke as he wondered how much the Vysstichi really cared about his plight. True, they were brothers of the sword, they were brothers of a common loss, but they were still very different people. So the warrior dove deeper into the non-violent part of Faust's life.

"Could be better?" The Wolf of Jorel questioned himself. "Heh... Things could always be better..." But he dared not question the Prince's survival. They could both survive life's most horrid experiences, and still find time to share a drink. [b]"I am afraid that love has been lost to me for some time... But yes, I once knew the feeling as a young man... She was of nobility, and I was not. But it didn't change the way I felt." The swordsman recognized the sparkle in his companion's eyes. It was a feeling he had not felt in the longest of times. He was almost a bit envious of the dark elf. "Care to explain?" Fidelis asked, obviously referring to his companion's situation.