“So what are you going to do?”
The question hit like a slap in the face. Valtharen found himself almost flinching as he looked up from his coffee and to Greyson. The red-headed Elezen watched him for a time, shoveling cheese-laden eggs into his face as he enjoyed the breakfast his newly found company had made.
“You can’t sit on Rimegeist for too long,” he noted. “And I already know you’re not into Greystone.”
Valtharen gave a nod, pushing around the eggs on his plate. Despite a battle well fought the night before, he didn’t have much of an appetite. “My mother offered her family name in the past,” he said, rolling his shoulder in a shrug.
“...But?” Greyson pressed, a brow lifting to quirk his freckled expression.
Setting his fork down, Valtharen leaned from his plate with a sigh. “If I am going to go through this all… why not go all the way?” he asked, running a hand through his platinum locks. “Why not forge my own path?”
A grin quirked Greyson’s lips and he gave a nod. “Why not indeed?” He leaned in a little more. “So, what name do you have in mind?”
Valtharen gave a faint smirk and shook his head, “Would you not like to know?”
“Are you really going to make me wait to find out when everyone else does?” Greyson asked, lifting the mug of special coffee to his lips.
Valtharen chuckled and shook his head, “I want to be sure it is what I want before I make any sort of announcements.”
“Cautious as always,” Greyson said with a chuckle before returning to his breakfast. “Well, at least let me know when they have a job for me, will ya?”
Valtharen gave his old friend a grin and nodded. “Of course.”
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