Con waved his hand. He didn't especially like talking about his past, what had happened had happened, and thinking on it wouldn't change things. In particular his run in with the apostates, and the templar. He didn't hold a grudge against Aurin for breaking his jaw, and it seemed like the matter was settled, or at least, it was no long of issue for Conlan.
"It was a whole... thing. It was after a job in the frostbacks, I met this guy who wanted to be escorted away from the circle tower. Then there was a Templar I convinced to talk it out, and the mage had friends and they sprung a trap, and I convinced them not to kill him, so instead they sold him into slavery, and later on the Templar broke my jaw." Con shrugged. "So yeah... it was just a thing."