Mesaraih observed the hand igniting the small fire, staring at it as the warmth of a roaring fire washed over him. It struck him as incredibly convenient, having access to magic that let you start fires with the snap of your fingers. He briefly entertained the fantasy of having magic himself, but found that he was perfectly content with his current skills set. Magic would probably have made him overconfident. He'd likely not be the same person he was now, either.<br/><br/>He looked up as she spoke again, considering the different ways in which he could answer her question. He put his arms behind his head and leaned back against a boulder.<br/><br/>"It doesn't have to do with absolutely anything," he finally said, smiling. "And I think that's what I find so great about it. I'm after more in life than simple survival. If something is interesting to me, I want to know more about it."<br/><br/>He paused there, frowning. He had a million other things to say, but couldn't find a way to focus them into a satisfactory answer, one that expressed why these sorts of interactions mattered to him.<br/><br/>Mesaraih noticed the elf studying his face and turned away to look at lake.<br/><br/>"If this were a tavern out in Denerim I wouldn't ask anyone for their favorite color. I'd say a lot and ask very little. Have some fun, then be on my way. I wouldn't really have time to be int-" he stopped short again.<br/><br/>Mesaraih sighed heavily, looking up at the roof of the giant cavern. Then he put on a small smile and turned around.<br/><br/>"I'm just complicated, alright? I live through neither necessity nor convention, and now if I ever see a particularly nice red flower somewhere, I'll be able to think back on this misadventure and remember it wasn't all bad."