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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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"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?"