[Fidelis Meridius]

It was the first real conversation that the pair had trully had. Even in all their journeys together, they stayed rather to the point... perhaps it was because of the serious demeanor of the human warrior. Or maybe the danger that surrounded such adventures prevented them from ever really conversing.

... And of all things to talk about: Women. What was it about them that they could render even the strongest men helpless. Their emotions changed on a whim and clouded their ability to use logic... At least that was the warrior's take on them. Since the love of his youth, Fidelis had never allowed himself to be close to another women. Sure, every town had its share of brothels and questionable taverns and inns, and the warrior had seen many of them in his days of old. But they robbed him of his focus, and only fed his grief further.

Mirroring Faust, the Jorelite relaxed as well. Slumping back in his chair, Fidelis evaluated his companion's previous statement. Of course there was better ways to infiltrate the palace... he knew from experience. But the Dark Knights tactics involved a more political approach... at least in a celestial sense. Covert operations were affective, but a public display of power would garner more attention from his enemies. And that was exactly what he wanted.

Taking a drink once more, Fidelis responded to the lighter topic, "No..." His brow flattened as he looked down at the table; obviously he was reflecting on the past. "It was a long time ago..." The warrior spared any real details. But Fidelis smirked at the thought of Faust slaying his rival out of love. He knew exactly what it meant to kill for the love of another. It was the catalyst of his destruction. He didn't wish such a fate on his companion, but the circumstances were different for him. "An admiral eh? Heh... I imagine he is a smooth talking sailor, probably couldn't hold a sword to save his life." Fidelis chuckled in unison as Faust threatened killing the man. But of course, Fidelis was a man that was apathetic at the least to killing. "You know... some sailors often go to see to never return... It is a dangerous place on the oceans afterall." The Jorelite gave his buddy a sinister smirk as he took another drink.