Optimism

Tycondrius took a moment to look over his elevated companion. 

Librarian Zenon Skyreaper's appearance hadn't changed much. His skin was lighter, either from the sunless winter moons or from the consistent use of his Letalis-issued full helmet. The lines on his face had been etched deeper, as if he'd grown a habit of scowling and furrowing his brows. His handsome mustache was still full and luxurious. 

It was a good mustache. 

The gentleman exuded a strong aura of confidence-- perhaps because he was in good spirits, concerning the company and the meal. Certainly, he was a completely different person than the always-smiling pushover Tycon had initially met. 

Zenon placed his winecup back on the table and leaned back... "Optio, I must admit I was looking forward to talking to you about battlefield tactics."

Tycon raised his eyebrows in amusement, "You sound like you have some experience."