As someone who had listened to his fair share of stories when he was a part of the royal guard, Alistair was under no delusions to the fact that his story was far from an epic tale. It would keep for the day, but it was just lacking a certain quality that would keep it from dying out, even if it was altered and exaggerated beyond any hope of recovery. For now he would reap the benefits though, accepting the drinks that were offered to him by those who had come to listen to his tale. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do.<br/><br/>Eventually he was left on his lonesome, with only a huntsman and a huntress still seated nearby, and the two apparently partners. That was his guess anyway, and the impression that the duo gave off. But he would freely admit that he might be wrong. As it stood, the story they Huntsman told was interesting as well, even if not quite as adventurous as his own.<br/><br/>At her question, he shrugged. "I hadn't decided yet," he admitted with little chagrin. "There were some interesting ones, but I haven't really thought about it." He figured he had plenty of time to come to a decision on it. He doubted he was ranked enough to go do the more dangerous missions anyway. For now, he just planned to take things as they come, and decide once he had his stuff back.