The human leans the chair back on it’s legs, hands behind his head.
“I’ve never seen myself becoming something any sort of divine champion, or anything of the sort, but perhaps that’s where this is going. My prayers to the Light Sprite have been answered as of late, so maybe it was fate that I be the one to find that warrior. I’ve also been working on getting my equipment to the best it can be.”
Garalick drums his fingers on the sides of the chair.
“Go home, I guess. Get a nicer place for me and my parents, set up an apothecary practice, Maybe get married. I suppose it depends on what shape I leave in. I guess I don’t think to far ahead. Call me an in the moment kind of guy.”