There in the Silvester garden, a young man and a young lady were seated. The lady sat on a stool, smiling as she gently gazed at the young man who sat on the ground in front of her.
Maxwell had a fond smile on his lips as he gazed into Rita's silver eyes. They urged him to keep explaining.
He was telling his story, recounting his experience from his birth in the Belognia household to his eventual disowning and how he wandered from the Western Duchal family to Ludia to become a mercenary and, out of spite, shove his success in his family's face.
Every now and then, as he spoke, the lady would giggle, or chuckle, or even wear a sad expression as if to whisper: "I'm sorry."
Sometimes she would even interrupt his story with a witty remark, causing Maxwell to chuckle. And when Maxwell told her about the chatterbox friend he made in Ludia, Eithan, she had remarked that he sounded like a fun person to be around.
Maxwell only laughed at that.
