H
e smiles at the woman, giving a nod. "Friends" he says back "yes." Benedict had no reason to not call her a friend. He was thankful for any encounter - or nearly any one - in this brand new land. Novus had been around for a long time, he assumed, but it was new to him. He was also thankful for any connections he would come to make here. Perhaps it would not be so bad to remain."Fight" he muses, glancing forlornly at the claymore "I... do not like" she had seemed almost perturbed by the weapon's essence "I defend" Benedict adds to Veil "only fight if need to" senseless violence never sat well with him, but some did it recklessly. Needlessly. He never liked those types of folks. "fight made me lose family. Old friends" he bites back a sigh, smiling sadly "I start over. Make new." Like Veil, he supposed. Weren't they all just starting over here in Novus?
"You have other friends?" he asked Veil, tilting his head.
