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Ulric looked pensive all throughout him telling the man of his family's history in Boreas. Ulric hummed and huh'ed and generally looked like he was racking his brain trying to find the connection or correlation to the name Armada. Romulus didn't exactly know a tremendous amount about his family's involvement in these lands. The familial stories passed down through generations had gotten muddied, after all, and most wolves he only knew as names in tales. Names like Isardis, Athena, Falk... They were all the equivalent of make-believe characters in a fairy tale—although his existence proved them to be very much real. He found himself actually a little disappointed by Ulric's failure to recall anything about his family. Had so much changed in these lands that the Armadas were so easily forgotten? Hmm... that would have to change.

Romulus found himself thinking of his family back where he'd come from, of his grandfather Tiburtius and great-uncle Bacchus, his father and mother, brothers and sisters. He did miss them all greatly and wished they could be with him to return to their homelands. Maybe once he got settled down here, he'd send for them. Wouldn't it be great to see the return of the renowned Armada family to their rightful home? Roman ate his meal mostly in quiet while Ulric mentioned how his grandfather likely knew Romulus' family. What a pity it didn't seem that any wolves that remembered the Armadas remained living... "Oh, well, if you're curious, I have lots of stories from my family. Maybe one of them will be something you've heard before," he offered with a proud brightness in his silver-toned eyes. Well, maybe he'd leave the cautionary tales of Isardis out. Ulric already seemed super leery of him now; best not let him know what his great-great grandfather was like.

When Ulric suggested Lillith spend the night in the infirmary and that Roman could stay with her, the boy's excitement perked up visibly on his face. Ulric had offered him a place to spend the night! He silently celebrated his little victory over the odds and gave the pallid wolf beside him a small smile. Now they'd be able to spent the night swapping stories and chatting like they had been in the garden. He did really like Lillith. Having a friend in these foreign lands felt like a boon. Ulric's not-so-subtle warning of sleeping in a different cot didn't slip by unnoticed, but Romulus didn't protest. Duh, of course he was going to be sleeping in a different cot. He'd seen how Lil tensed up when he got close to her—not to mention he reeeeeally didn't want to wake up to an angry dad snapping his neck or ripping his throat out for giving unsolicited snuggles with his daughter.

"Of course, sir. Thank you for your hospitality," he said with a grateful nod of his head and a bright, roguish smile. "If there's any way I can repay you, anything I can do around the pack..." He left the offer open-ended for the alpha to think on. He didn't like taking hand-outs without giving something back. The Armadas were a proud and noble family, after all; they didn't carry debts nor did they want charity. But secretly, it was also a ploy to find ways to keep himself around the pack so he could spend more time with Lillith while he looked for a more permanent place of residence in his new/old homelands.

"Romulus Armada"