He laughs at this suggestion -- not derisively, just surprised -- and it feels like stretching a long unused muscle. "I confess, I'm not sure what you might find interesting." He considers grandiose tales, the many feats he accomplished, even his time with Mystra. These are things he might have previously spoken of to garner respect and awe, but he suspects this woman wouldn't care. His eyes light on Tara, tilting her head just so to get scratches in the right spot behind her ears, and he things he knows what Miss Quinn would be interested in. "When I was a little boy, maybe nine years old--"
"Eight," corrects Tara.
"Eight years old, thank you, I desperately wanted a kitten. Both of my parents said no, so... I summoned a familiar. Tara." He beams, reaching out to scratch the tressym under the chin. "Not my first show of magic, certainly not my last, but definitely my favorite."
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"I confess, I'm not sure what you might find interesting." He considers grandiose tales, the many feats he accomplished, even his time with Mystra. These are things he might have previously spoken of to garner respect and awe, but he suspects this woman wouldn't care. His eyes light on Tara, tilting her head just so to get scratches in the right spot behind her ears, and he things he knows what Miss Quinn would be interested in. "When I was a little boy, maybe nine years old--"
"Eight," corrects Tara.
"Eight years old, thank you, I desperately wanted a kitten. Both of my parents said no, so... I summoned a familiar. Tara." He beams, reaching out to scratch the tressym under the chin. "Not my first show of magic, certainly not my last, but definitely my favorite."