A history at the inn. Long enough, then, for people to feel a need to make records lest anyone forget. That's...good. Considering he could have been taken to any sort of dark land, it was very good again. If people took effort to remember one another, that was an important start.

Whether the land itself was here longer was another question. People were capable of manipulating environments in all sorts of ways, but he would have to investigate and judge for himself. "Maybe." That was better than his former 'whatever,' believe it or not.

He made a mental note about the houses, though. Changing into dry clothes sounded very nice.

He was surprised she asked about the scar, and it showed on his face for a moment. "Yes, gunblade. From a training--" He was about to say 'accident,' but there was nothing accidental about what Seifer and he had done to one another. He decided not to finish that statement and glanced at her own scar instead. "That's the risk."