Not a swordsman, but a man who considered the sword his best weapon. The way he said it made it sound like an important distinction. Interesting… Waver noted that to think about later. “My apologies. A soldier, then…”

See, the term ‘hero’ means something to certain mages in his world, and it definitely means something to Waver. The kind of people who considered themselves heroes, who performed great deeds in life and made their mark on the world… He’d been around a few of them, too. Waver wouldn’t be who he was now without his experiences with them. So it’s not a title that he’d overlook or dismiss without a thought.

“A hero, huh…? They tend to be a bit varied in their deeds, to my knowledge.” He folded his arms, raising a brow slightly with a look that said: What makes you a hero, I wonder? “Based on your comments and behavior at the tavern, I’m guessing you're more the principled sort. Doing good and respecting the boundaries of others.” The drive, though, that was the secondary question. Heroes often had some kind of drive behind their actions, some kind of inspiration or belief. Yes, Waver tended to overthink and puzzle over people. It was a habit that wasn’t necessarily good, but it did keep him alive as often as it got him in trouble.