It was a hot and difficult day. He could not fully describe to an individual just how stressful the past few days had been, with his family preparing to betray the King and his responsibilities as aspiring Duke rising dramatically in their volume. Furthermore, his instructor on Necromancy, Damien, had informed him that he was to meet with more members of the Coven of Ellasin in preparation for the potential civil war. A lot of death and bodies meant a lot of power for an individual necromancer, and the Coven always wished to capitalize on potential power when they could. Such was their way. As a result, he had been riding with Damien on each of their undead steeds towards a ruined fortress in Northern Venora to meet with other members based in Rynmere. Alistair as always was wearing a full hood and a mask that covered his face - he could not be seen by the untrustworthy acolytes of the order for who he really was, the future Duke.
Before they'd gone out to the fortress like they were told, he and the Lich decided to stop at a small village known as Tou-la-Ford, as Alistair had grown terribly hungry and Damien wished for a pause from the ceaseless riding north. Alistair attempted to attune his surroundings before they entered the town, seeking out traces of other mages to ensure they were not discovered by a curious individual. He could sense nothing, but that was often the case due to his lack of aptitude for the spellcraft. The two of them relied on Damien's instead, usually, although the Lich detected nothing. When they arrived in the town, Damien paid for a room with two beds on the second floor of the local tavern, and Alistair got to eating before he joined his instructor in conversation on the second floor. The thing that had been so odd as of late was the fact that both Alistair and Damien had grown to be . . . well, quite the companions; dear friends in a way. Having conversations, learning, performing duties with one another - these things had begun to change in their nature from that of tense and frightening exchanges to often fun and quirky adventures. Alistair had become . . . 'happier' when around Damien, and he could tell also that the Lich had gained a degree of trust and respect for his young apprentice in return.
So - they started to talk more truthfully to one another. The fear had diminished, and Damien had begun to share more vivid details of his history as well as his early beginnings as a Lich. It was today, in fact, that he promised to share portions of his past that he had until now kept hidden from Alistair. Honestly, the reasons for that secrecy were mixed and filled with unyielding numbers of complications. There was the fear of Ellasin discovering that he had relayed sensitive information to Alistair. There was the fear of Alistair losing respect for Damien as he'd revealed his past of gambling, lust and all manner of wildly inappropriate deeds. A great shadow loomed over their relationship, always - it was a shadow that entailed secrets, mysteries, and whispers of the past and even things to come. Damien had even more secrets than Alistair, which was perhaps why the two of them had become accustomed to one another's reclusive nature so quickly. But today, things would change.
As Alistair got seated on his bed, staring at Damien from across the room, the Lich was the first to speak. "It's been a long road for you and I," he said. Alistair nodded. "Long in my terms, surely," he replied. The Lich cracked a grin. "Being ageless does not make things shorter, really. Even if I lived to a thousand, I'd call a dozen years a long time. I can hardly remember the days of yore, from long ago - my youth. It's the days of now that are most familiar to me. Which makes you one of my dearest friends, Alistair. It's difficult for me to muster those words, as you're a sociopath and I'm an undead loon, but I imagine that's what makes it all work. I trust you. I don't trust the Coven, Ellasin, the other Liches. There's perhaps something about your unyielding apathy that makes you all the better in my eyes. So I want you to know . . . things that I haven't told you. About me, about everything."
The young Necromancer looked to him and nodded his head. He didn't say anything. He would allow Damien to do all the talking here - they had a lot of ground to cover.