When no name was offered, he brushed it off. He wasn't a stranger to such things, having dealt with such attitudes before. Granted, in this case, he had to wonder if she was withholding her name, or perhaps had forgotten it. The mention of Nagrand drew a grin.<br/><br/>"Aye, Nagrand's a lovely spot. The floatin' islands make faer a good spot for a nap, 'r reflection, 'r whatnot. As faer sameness..." Leaning back against a rock, he hummed in thought, studying the ocean, the woods, before his eyes once more fell on her. "Well, e'erythin' changes. I mean, yae migh' say yae're th' same, but 'en I showed up," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Sae, per'aps yae're jes' a bit diff'rent now 'an when I was jes' a bloke on th' beach. An' true, yaemay be nae worse, but yae're also nae<i>better</i>." The warrior raked a hand through his unruly red-brown hair. "There's somethin' tae be said faer....stability, I reckon. But I cannae imagine a life wi'out...variety. Change. Spontaneity.<i>Life.</i>Tha's wot livin' is, always changin', but at th' same time, also bein' th'same, in a way..." Teryus sighed shaking his head.<br/><br/>"I dunno if any o' tha' made sense. Kin'a...went off m' cuff a bit..." A small chuckle, then a shrug as he looked at her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>