Why...? (Atlas)

[Atlas Steele]

Atlas simply lifted up his empty mug for an amen as he then looked at the man and his back, before nodding painfully that there was something wrong with it.

"Fifty years old, almost sixty, and i am starting to degrade in a world where i still remember the wars and where i had to struggle with my weak limbs to get a home erected in the wastelands.
Yet what does age reward me with? Backpains because i am stuck growing up older and older.
It is a shame isn't it buddy?"

[Caelan Xander]

"I'm sorry."

He'd say with a frown. He didn't really know what else to say about it. He didn't have a solution for aging.

[Atlas Steele]

Atlas would nod painfully at this statement before then having the drinks being carried in, a few simple pints as he offered one towards the man that was sitting across from his position.
A man that he could consider an understanding soul as his smile would slowly widen and his body would relax, even with the pain.

"So, What is your story kid, can you tell me about your talents, your rise to fame and maybe what you are doing in this town yourself?
As the way that people are transferring to these new... well, kind off new areas is surprising to say the least."

[Caelan Xander]

"I'm not really famous. I am part of the Academy, and I'm just trying to do the right thing."

He said with a shrug.

"I guess I'm good at punching stuff and fixing stuff though."