A face on a lover with a fire in his heart

Felicien turned his attention as a voice reached his ears. He had been aware of the female as she entered the room… but he had seen no reason to address her until she had spoken. She didn’t appear to be hostile, at the moment anyway, though her words were something a bit curious. The old mercenary gave a slow nod; he had to agree with her. “A bit. Our lives certainly are much shorter than that of the stars… but that doesn’t mean they are not worth living.” The man focused what limited vision he had on the female, his words calm.

“I have no intention of just lying down and waiting for my life to fade out like one of theirs. I’m going down fighting.” The slightest of amused smirks appeared on Feli’s face. He had every intention of dying in battle rather from old age. “...You don’t strike me as the sort to just sit around either. What brings you out here to the North? Simple exploration or something more, Mademoiselle?”