"Alright...." Luxin dropped the conversation. The teen wasn't entirely sure how you had a conversation with someone who can't communicate, and thus didn't know how to proceed. The dark-haired 16-year old looked at Mordred for some kind of help. The kid was a prince, he must know how to talk to people, right? Luxin wasn't much of a socialist. More of a swindler, drinker, and basically kind-of a con-man. Not even really that. It was hard to describe what exactly Luxin was. The 16-year old was noble, but well-known for not paying for his many drinks at taverns. He was chivalrous, and careful, yet possibly one of the clumsiest idiots around. He was just a bunch of conflicting traits stuffed into one man.
