"Aahhh... So he already left an impression, I see." And what a different one! Cú shakes his head and lets a small chuckle before taking another sip of the ale. There's always something in the combination of the spiced warmth that makes him relax really quickly. Though a wince on Soren's face might be indication that ale is not his first choice. There are other drinks to try another day, perhaps.

"That's right, the same type of 'war'. They happen every few decades so we must have missed each other" Both pity and a good thing at the same time. Now that ale makes him more chatty he drifts momentarily into the subject with a clearer explanation. "Well, it's got a 'war' in name but it can be misleading. It's more of a ritual, really. Where the mages participating call upon souls of those who left a mark on the history. Then command them to battle"

For a cup. For a poisonous, wish-granting cup. It's all rotten and selfish but a trace of honour could be found in there once.

"We never met during our lives, centuries apart they were— but he had inscribed the story of his great deeds and tragedy upon the same island I called home. His name can be heard in songs even to this day—" So is his own, but what hero crows about his own accomplishments? It's Diarmuid that is the focus now. "Not saying you have to give him a chance, but he's definitely someone that could surprise you in a good way— have you two fought that night?"