[Instantly, a hand is thrust up high, Byleth's miserly mercenary senses latching onto the promise of free drinks like a hound lunging for a bone.]
I am.
[With no hesitation, and ignoring the few odd looks this exchange was drawing, Byleth stood up from where he'd been sequestered, standing out amongst the rural welsh fashion with his usual cloak and tunics.
Not that his oddity had garnered him much negative attention. No, if anything, a few of the locals curiously asked where the renaissance fair was, or if he was lost on his way to Cardiff or Swansea, names that meant absolutely nothing to him but he nodded to anyways. Very helpful people, but Byleth found that most rural settlements tended to be with lost travellers (if only to ensure they quickly get on their way and don't bring any trouble)]
1 ok as a welsh person i have to pick this one ok
I am.
[With no hesitation, and ignoring the few odd looks this exchange was drawing, Byleth stood up from where he'd been sequestered, standing out amongst the rural welsh fashion with his usual cloak and tunics.
Not that his oddity had garnered him much negative attention. No, if anything, a few of the locals curiously asked where the renaissance fair was, or if he was lost on his way to Cardiff or Swansea, names that meant absolutely nothing to him but he nodded to anyways. Very helpful people, but Byleth found that most rural settlements tended to be with lost travellers (if only to ensure they quickly get on their way and don't bring any trouble)]