Emeric stifled a laugh as Cuthred described the way his father had gone about explaining how to do the deed. He listened, but did not make fun. "To be honest, the first time was terrifying. I think it was the nerves more than anything. The second time it happened to me, there wasn't an issue at all."
He nodded as the man described how he'd rather face an army instead. He shook his head briefly. "I don't pretend to understand women, but I'm pretty sure they're definitely not as daunting as an army." he said, chuckling. "But look, everything comes in due time, you just have to be patient. I was just lucky enough that the girl was keen enough to make the first move."
Emeric seemed lost in thought for a second and shrugged. "Your secret is safe with me." As the conversation turned towards his origins and how and why his family had come to Linden in the first place, the young warrior smiled. "My family were craftsmen back in Velmark. But I think that already at the time, their skill in their craft was diminishing. I heard a big fire erupted in the clanhold's archives and caused dozens of years' worth of knowledge to be lost. From what my father used to tell me, we came to Linden in search of opportunity. And for a time, we were the best smithies in the land once more. I think he... wanted me to take over."
The Velian closed his eyes. "I wish my father was here. There are so many things I now want to ask him." His eyes opened slowly, as he contemplated the scenery outside. "What about you? How long has your family been in Linden and what drove thm there.