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Orym had thought he'd gotten used to having weird things happening around him. Between the Crown Keepers and Bells Hells, he was getting good with smoothly adjusting to new situations and moving through them easily. The Nexus though throws the normally unflappable halfing for a loop and he looks around him trying to take everything in.

He's three feet tall and a bit with short brown hair that runs to the spiky side. His clothing is very earthy in greens and browns and on his back is a circular shield and a short sword. The only odd thing on his person is a blue rose that appears, on closer inspection to be snapping with electrical energy.

Orym wanders for a bit before finding what looked like a tavern to him. With an ease that spoke of many years of dealing with buildings that are meant for people bigger than he was, he walks in scrambles onto a stool and orders a drink sipping it for a few moments before the question pops out of his mouth.

"If you lost someone you loved and then had the chance to love again...would you take the chance or would you let it go." He is gently touching the rose on his belt as he says this looking sad.

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Good news! It really is just fried potatoes and cheese curds! Well, if Orym likes that sort of thing.

Tar listens intently, ears slightly twitching as they take in the small man's words. The smile on their face is soft, sad, as they gently reach over to pat him on his back. "You have half your answer there then, I think. In spite of the pain you feel now, you'd do it again with him. Why not allow it to happen one more time?" And then softly, an after thought because what is proper social etiquette for this stuff? "I'm sorry to hear about that sir...about your loss."

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"Please call me Orym," the fighter replies, "sir makes me feel old and I am certainly not that." He chuckles a bit and pops one of the potatoes in his mouth. He chews and makes a note to try more food from this odd place....it's one of the things he likes about traveling....all the new experiences he's gotten to have. "And thank you...it's been six years and the hurt is still very real."

He smiles a bit. "Dorian...my new...chance he's young like you...there is so much more of the world he should see before he settles down...as much as I care about him...I also want him to know what he wants and if that's not me...well."

"Orym. It's a pleasure. I am Tarach'and, you can call me Tar." They chuckle and keep nibbling on the potatoes as well, nodding as they listen along. "It's understandable though...if you are still just in general mourning. You can't let people tell you when to stop being sad...but being hurt? If we stopped ourselves from doing anything for fear of pain, why, the populations of all the peoples of the world would die out, I'm sure!"

They are almost, almost tempted to rub their forehead against Orym's. Like a cat. The man just seems so small and in need of it. But they have to remember...boundaries! BOUNDARIES! So they just gently pat his shoulder again. "You want him to get it, to come to the conclusion on his own?"