He laughs quietly at her response, sparing her another little glance before he returns his attention to his work. The varnish brings out the smoothened lines of the woodgrain in the carved crane's neck... as well as the startling detail work that has rendered the feathers of its wings. The Fool turns the little carving just so in order to pay proper attention to one of its slender legs.

"It was a terrifying experience," he admits wryly, applying more of the varnish. "I was little more than a child myself at the time, though I entertained delusions of being far older and cleverer than I was. But yes," he sighs, "a dragon battle, to save the Six Duchies from the Red Ship Raiders, and from the rule of Regal the Pretender."

There follows a slight pause as he focuses on his work, before he remarks quietly, almost wistfully, "I cannot say that good shall always triumph over evil, but it did that day."