i don't want to live a lie

Dante wished him luck on his endeavor, trades were something that led to a lot of self-improvement and motivation. He knew that he enjoyed pursuing his own, his current sights set on perhaps earning his stripes as a gamekeeper. He enjoyed hunting much more than any other he could think of and the work was rewarding, especially with the scarce season coming.

"You know, I'm not really sure. I just felt like coming out, I guess. I enjoy sticking to the borders, but a change of scenery can lend more insight sometimes." He'd hate to get complacent. When he was out here he -normally- was kept on his toes, having to watch for outside dangers more than in claimed, familiar territory. Except when he fell asleep like an idiot, of course. It was laughable.

"How about you? Practicing the trade, or just on a jaunt?" If he was aiming to meet a stranger to improve relations, Dante did not want to keep him. His trade duties were important as well.