That meeting had taken a lot out of everyone, including Ceodore. It was a strange thing to be so close to an end, and yet have it taste so bitter. Never seeing home again, Ursula separated from her parents- it was in many ways too much to swallow. The best solution for any of that was to simply make it happen. Be ready to go when the call went out. Not to mention being reassigned to somewhere new. He hadn't quite told his parents yet and was putting it off. Armor maintenance and blade sharpening took priority.

He spotted Palom as he exited the smithy and grinned. Ceodore had a fair idea of why the black mage was still in town, and Troia was full of them. With a grin, the prince waved at his friend. "Hey there. Thought you'd gone back to Mysidia."