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For some reason, he doesn't quite like the way the other male says the word antsy — but it seems too trivial to stay wary over, so he's quick to let it go. His gaze is wandering anyway, and his attention with it. The actual content of Midar's question almost slips past him, caught up as he is watching the striking man as he speaks. His answer comes delayed, a distracted murmur: Kind of, Without thinking, he gestures the direction of Stone Circle a moment later. I live about a day's journey that way. Easthollow. He can't help but wonder where in the world they make men so intimidating and pretty, thinking he has to visit eventually wherever it is; for science, of course.