The young man was clearly well educated, these weren't random questions he was asking, they were clearly inspired by something, and with Théadan there to give answers, clearly he was seizing on his opportunity to get them. But he did so with a smile on his face, and no glimmer of hatred for a Mes'Mo'Tanian on his features, which most certainly came from his youthfulness, had he ever seen and met a Mes'Mo'Tanian before, Théadan had to wonder. Whatever the case, the young man was soon giving a reason of his own questioning who he was to deny him atonement. The affects of Théadan's action were wide reaching he knew, who he was to deny him that, quite possibly one of the people who had suffered a loss, or pain from what he had done. It was good to hear someone willing to give him a chance however, willing to let him try and make amends.<br/><br/>Apparently Théadan did not strike him as a ruthless killer, and that was true. Ruthless - no, but still a killer or more people than he could remember. He was right and surprisingly wise for his years to take the view that forgiveness heals. Many would prefer the wound to fester if it meant hurting those who had inflicting it, some even came to treasure the wound for fear of forgetting anything of those they had lost. Théadan knew there were going to be those who could not let go of their hate, who would not want to forgive for fear of it tarnishing the memories of their loved ones. It gave Théadan something to think about, back in that throne room, he had not seen any who were prepared to listen to him, yet clearly here was a person who was. Was the difference that the young man had been too young to find himself on the battlefield?<br/><br/>He laughed at the idea of having his own personal Mes'Mo'Tanian translator, and yet continued to ask for a translation of a complete sentence this time, along with the name of his horse. To top it off he stated a curious thing among his line of questions, joking his sister may compete for Théadan's attention. That had him raising a brow at the young man, but first he would play along with the questions he had asked, adding a wry remark of his own at the notion of being his translator. "I feel so used." Théadan saw no reason to deny him the answers he sought however. "<i>Aya opay ita beyta reáda lomross"</i>He said, so the young man could hear the correct pronounciation and in his accent. "Take sleep and live life anew tomorrow." It was an odd phrase to hear a Khluri speak and ask the translation for. Usually when learning another language, people started with basic greetings, but this one had skipped right to the end. "That tends to be said to people as their final farewell before death." Théadan explained, hoping it would not be something he would have to hear for a long time. "Their spirits depart and are reborn to a new life."<br/><br/>To keep a sombre mood from taking hold at the thought of final farewells, Théadan swiftly moved in to answer the other question which he much preferred. "My horse is called Wyndagar, you'll recognise him instantly if you see him in the palace stables, he'll be the largest horse in there." He was yet to come across any horse in Mandira that compared, and was quite certain none would. "Black and strong, fast and loyal." He said with pride. "He only rides for me... Or at least he did. A month of carrying Navia on his back and bonding with her, and seeing my own relationship with her, he seems to have accepted her as his rider too." But Théadan liked that, for him it just further showed how much they were meant to be together if even his horse wanted her to ride on his back.<br/><br/>Théadan took a few paces forward however, the young man had said some curious things that had him wanting to get a closer look at him. "You have some wisdom on those shoulders, it is tempered a bit by youth, but it is there." He definitely had an intelligent mind, it would certainly become all the better with age and experience. But putting compliments aside, Théadan decided to ask about what had been the most curious of his statements. "What did you mean by competing with your sister for my attention?" He asked, his eyes never leaving him, looking for his reaction. "Why would she be interested in me?" That wasn't the only thing that Théadan found odd. He highly doubted the Khluri encouraged their youth to read up on Mes'Mo'Tan, and try to learn their language, so why did he know some of the language? "And how do you know this much Mes'Mo'Tanian?"