The Soldier and The Poet

Balthier had just run a patrol around the plains and it was about that time for him to head back to his room if that's what he wanted, and it was for obvious reasons. He had bottles of wine waiting for him back in his closed off part of the castle and there wasn't much else he did with his off time or at least at night.

Most of the others were around the courtyard and making their way up for the evening or switching on patrols and everything else that was a part of the pack life. He was familiar. But as he made his way through the courtyard it was easy to spot one of Artorias' children amongst the others. Off by herself a bit, admiring the views she could see from the castle walls. It reminded him of himself if only a little.

It did pull him from his want, or need to go back to his room and drink until he fell asleep. Maybe not so surprising for someone of his nature. He was comfortable around kids even with a more tough exterior he tended to show. "Shouldn't you be heading up soon?" He spoke quietly in a bit of a joke towards her. He wasn't really serious, he wouldn't force her back up to her room with her family. She was fine right here inside the castle. It would definitely be a little different if he stumbled on her while he was out on patrol or something like that. "The castle has some of the best views I've ever seen." He commented and sat to get comfortable while that seemed to be her focus when he found her. Just that show that he wouldn't be strict and shoo her away.

"Balthier"