[ His journey takes him past where the planet sits large in the viewing window. There, he pauses for a moment. His laughter is booming, filling the halls, a large sound, as large as Reinhardt himself. He looks to the blond next to him, grinning. ] Ach! I could almost take that as an insult. [ He won't though. There seems to be very little that could actually insult this man. If anything, it makes him smile brighter. ] But I have to admit, in my long life, I always go back to what I know best. The ale down there, it's a pale comparison to a good stout German beer.

[ His laugh calms a little and he faces Gilgamesh with a frank and honest expression. ] Up here, there is abundance. But down there, not so much. Down there, you must hunt or work if you wish to eat. With the unrest right now, I'm afraid there might be times when you'll go without. Though I think that you'll still do well for yourself. Besides, for a fellow warrior... [ He gestures to the planet with a broad gesture. ] when you get down there, if you are ever in Wyver, you are always welcome in my home. If you have need of anything, or just want some company. A knight never turns someone away, least of all a good friend.

[ He'll wait to let the man look at the planet for a while if he wishes, but the promise of food and beer (and wine) will soon set him back upon their path. ]