Sixteen... The age where everyone treats you like a child, even though you're often taller than them.

[He grins, humored and a little more at ease.]

I did like it. At the monastery, anyway... the world outside of it was... [Ah, well, the smile slips a little. Turns into something more bittersweet.] It was a difficult place to navigate. We're in the middle of a battle for land, where I'm from. The French, they've been conquering parts of Ireland as their own, and even the monks were not spared from their dangerous dealings...

.....

I suppose that's a bit of a grim thought to have over lunch, though. Sorry.