He chewed his lower lip in a mix of agitation and disappointment. "If this is the only life that some may know, then I pity them, but I'd rather die than share this fate." And damn if he didn't mean every word of that. He had been so adamant about leaving his father's house and risking life and limb to seek out that which had sought him. No, it was not an easy life, and yes, he did sometimes appreciate simple days, but he knew it would never bring him happiness. To be dull and routined like this was a form of torture. Godric wanted to add that another housing group in the city-state - he could somewhat call it that - would hardly constitute a separate civilization, not without a hundred years to form and distinguish itself. He mumbled something equivalent to that under his breath.
It wasn't until Rowena continued on and spoke of something else that his interest was not feigned. Something about the way Rowena spoke about the age of this place intrigued him, and he wondered what exactly she was talking about. If there was more to this place than the boring traps of futuristic redundancy, he wanted to surround himself with it, no matter what that meant. He needed a thrill like an addict needed their fix, and in a way, he was an addict, addicted to the freedom and chaos and spontaneity of his life. "You mean the ones that killed me before," he commented.
"Tell me more about this unspeakable thing. Rowena, I want to know. If there's something more out there -- if there's some other people to be found -- I want to find them." Godric just could not believe that shifts at a pub and social calls were going to be the rest of his life so long as he was here. "Maybe they're hidden. When Godolfr and Vogg and I went exploring, we found something, did I tell you? No-- no, we didn't tell anyone." He corrected himself quickly.
"A jewel. Well, we didn't find it so much as ... we killed the mountain troll that had been guarding it. It's got some sort of power, I can feel it radiating out. I've been testing it, but I think I may need to return to the cave from which it came. Maybe it's connected. That would be fantastic, don't you think? Solving a grand mystery..." he trailed off a bit then, grinning like a child receiving his favorite gift a the very thought of a real adventure, more than just mapping out woods and mountains in some time-bent city-state. "We could do it."