Asher listened, odd sword, odd connection, not unheard of but rare. Asher mused a little longer then Siera asked about himself. What a strange question.... well he would have to give her an answer he guessed.<br/><br/>"What am I doing, hm..... well I am traveling! I have blown over these lands for years but things have changed and now I am looking for more places to be free. I am afraid Xevan has not done much for the land itself, foolish demon that he is." Asher scowled, he wasn't fond of Xevan and didn't like the way he messed things up, especially some of his own travels. "You see I am a free wanderer! I am the wind, well at least partly, what I is complicated but most call me a sorcerer. I listen to the wind and learn, I fly free and roam the world never staying one place long. Giving help when I feel like it. The order tried to recruit me in their day but I am afraid I do not want to be tied down. But I guess I helped them from time to time. I mostly travel and write, yes I love music but there has been very little of that since Xevan's reign. A pity I must say."<br/><br/>Asher frowned and the wind took a harsh chill to it and blow a little harder bitting at things. Asher breathed deeply and calmed himself. The wind returned to a soft breeze that brought warmth.<br/><br/>"Sorry about that! If I am not careful I will work myself up into a tempest, and it is best that no one is around when I get like that."<br/><br/>Asher laughed and took another drink from his goblet.