Roland offers him a nod and a smile, clasping his hand back with a firm grip of his own. He knew it wasn't a coincidence that he's felt a kindred spirit in Glorfindel since the beginning, and it wasn't the constant glowing that convinced him of that.
"Well, I'm definitely no prince but I'd be a poor elected official if I didn't put the people first. I'm glad you see it that way, too." He chuckles to himself. "Why don't we order our official garb on the onboard shop, see if the train can't get us our gear?" Roland jests, but hey. He's always been one to always look the part, and hoodies just weren't cutting anymore.
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"Well, I'm definitely no prince but I'd be a poor elected official if I didn't put the people first. I'm glad you see it that way, too." He chuckles to himself. "Why don't we order our official garb on the onboard shop, see if the train can't get us our gear?" Roland jests, but hey. He's always been one to always look the part, and hoodies just weren't cutting anymore.