His hands touched down on his bare waist and, briefly, Gilmore cast his eyes down to the ground. "Yes. Five years. For me, at least." He let out another long breath and gave his shoulders a little roll. "I have been here for five years. I've made my peace with staying here."
"And that's the crux of it, Vax." There was a shake of his pretty head as he looked up at the half-elf, his face full of conflict. "Peace. I came here to escape heroics, escape dragons, escape being burned to death and back, escape spinning orbs of black doom. I never had much to do with the gods back in Exandria, and thankfully here their reach seems even more diminished. What...what possibly could She have in store for you here? Especially when there is no coming back from here?"
The sorcerer's muscular chest heaved with another deep breath. "It's hot out and you're dressed utterly inappropriately, my handsome black bird. Would you like to come to the shop? I can give you some clothes and a bag to place your belongings. A welcome gift, hmm?" Gilmore offered a sincere smile as he reached out and touched Vax's shoulder. "Welcome to Preya."