Faelis nodded. "When I ran away, I didn't know what I was doing, really, I just wanted to get away from my parents and brother. I probably should have been a little more cautious, but I think I coped pretty well. Though there were a few incredibly stupid things I did. With the little money I had brought with me," he had stolen it, but no need for Leyla to know, "I stayed a night at an inn. I was sitting in the common room, at a table, and a big guy with a pretty large knife on his belt pushed past me, pretty roughly. I insulted his knife." Faelis chuckled. "Yep. I insulted the huge, killer dagger on his belt. If I had done that now, I would have been able to take him, but I was fifteen. A fifteen-year old elf prince and, though I still could fight fairly well, I was no match for this guy. He attacked, and my speed was the only thing that saved me. I managed to get out of there with only a bloody lip, but I hadn't even thrown a punch myself."
Faelis smiled again at the memory. "I'd like to think I've wizened up now."
What that really meant was that when he insulted a guy, he knew he could fight him, as his fighting skills were much better than when he was fifteen, but that didn't mean his tongue was any less sharp.
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(OOC: Maybe a time jump to the evening? When they set up camp? Unless Leyla has something to say.)