Denning sits at a table awating Blank, he is already drinking some fine ale. He is cloaked in a white cloak, his hood down.

Blank shows up and spots Denning. He sits down and calls the bartender.

I'm payin' for his. I'll have... a pint of Hyrule's finest ale, fresh from the taps.

He turns to Denning and grins.

Don't get too hammered, there, Denning. I'm not exactly well-to-do.

He laughs and takes a deep swig of the frothy drink.

"Hello there! Well, that was quite a battle! So, were are you from? Ive never really come to know that."

Oh come on, Denning. How could you not know?

Blank laughs while drinking, causing him to spit beer on the counter.

Well, the ears give away that I'm Hylian, right? But I grew up in sunny Calatia. I'm sure you've heard of it. I'm not too... comfortable... reminiscing of my past. There're a lot of bad memories that I'd rather put behind.

"Ah, a mysterious past. Well, ive heard theres a legend of a Blank Farside, any relations to you?"

Are you sure it was Farside? I am definitely well-known for my deeds in Calatia, but I wouldn't say legendary. As for a relation, I doubt very much. Far too... coincidental... and I never met my parents. Blank may not even be what they had intended my name to be, Fireside could be just a fake surname...

A tear rolls down the fighter's cheek. It was abnormal for such a sight on Blank's face. He rubs it away and carris on in his usual manner.

So, there's a legend? And who, pray, did you hear it from?