[ The tea is nice. He breathes in the vapor of it, realizing that he and Claude never had much opportunity for tea times before the premature closing of the officer's academy, but this flavor does seem to suit him anyway.

He takes his mug carefully and follows after Claude; maybe their conversation is bordering on treasonous so... he wants to talk about it in his room? He doesn't think too hard about it, answering with a short hum. ]

They may not see us as a threat. They likely have long-seated power of their own, and from the looks of it, wealth.

[ What do they have? A slightly better than rundown apartment, some coin scrounged from mercenary tasks, and weapons that break under their hands. Even if they're a capable bunch of newcomers, they're still just newcomers. ]

...Do you think this is the afterlife, then? I saw that some had their doubts.