Gaelio moved back to fill a third bowl for himself, leaving some left for them still - he imagined they were quite hungry after the days events. Booted feet sounded on the floor as he stepped toward the chair, seating himself. He, too, blew upon his bowl, and it would almost seem as if crystals of ice were aloft on his breath, cooling the food rapidly.
"...if it's too hot, I can cool it for him. And there's plenty more in the pot."
He glanced up at her, at her mentioning of his family, and slowly shook his head. "No...all of the men as far back as records show were soldiers. They would have likely been found out. Even my father was a soldier, right up until I was born...they left Reajh to start the farm, in order to hide me. But...insofar as I can tell, my magic is unexplained."
He gave a shrug, then. "It really doesn't matter, though. I just keep on the lookout for Mordecai, or Connlaothian soldiers in general. If they're looking for me, they're not looking hard. It's been a few years since I found this place, and any patrol that comes in this area doesn't seem to be looking, rather just passing through to the tundra."
