He laughs, as they mingle and fill their walk with pleasant chatter. Weir was never one to turn down conversation and his new found friend seemed just as eager for a bit of tongue wagging. "You are right, some are quite large enough I should think." He muses on the many residents of Beqanna, which had its fair share of differences as far as one's outer appearance went. "Not a giant indeed. Why, I should think it most uncomfortable to be one. Knocking your head against things would be a likely ailment, how dreadful." He squinted his eyes as though he imagined the discomfort of such thing.
Opening his amber eyes, he spies the other reaching for an itch. When he has satisfied the irritant he looks back at Weir with a question of his won. What was all the hostility about? Well, that is a very good question, and he hadn't the greatest of answers. "Why the quarrel? Your guess is as good as mine ol' chap. Never have I heard of the Gates bringing such an unwarranted aggression. They visited the Dale once, most of them I found pleasant. A few of their customs are strange to me, I care not for them, but many things here are strange I suppose." Weir was not from Beqanna originally, but he had adjusted well enough he thought. "No, I can't say what it is that the Chamber had wished to gain by their attack, or what anyone hopes to gain that they would not already have. Perhaps they wish to be feared, maybe they want to claim the land as their own, or some underlying blood feud of which I am not aware."
He would really need to discuss the matter more with his king, perhaps with Elysteria, or Tiphon. If there was some past discord between the realms, surely they could shed light on the matter. Blinking, he looks down to his travel companion, smiling gently though his eyes whispered a disquiet mind. Weir was always thinking it seemed, so much information was stored in his mind, both a blessing and a curse from a happy accident as a child, when he had learned to read.
"The Dales are a peaceful land true, but I have no doubt each of my Kingdom mates would give their lives to protect it." He nods and says so with a snort, he knew the Daleans were a passionate group, and deadly loyal to their king. "It's the first place I've been that I've felt I truly belong enough to stay. I've never had that before" A wistful tone to his voice as they meander across the meadows. "Say! Why YOU could come to the Dale if you wished." The roan was finally realizing he was in fact in the presence of someone not yet pledged to any realm.
WEIR
If you hurt me, that's okay baby, only words bleed
