[ It's not unsurprising to hear Dimitri feels incomplete without his crest. Even Claude had felt that way when realizing that was what they meant by powers and abilities being diminished, and his crest wasn't nearly capable of the same thing as he'd seen others do - Dimitri's included, what with all those shattered weapons that could be found at the training grounds once upon a time. That's almost a fond memory, aside from said weapon shatterer now being here and calling him an elder with a completely straight face. Claude has barely enough time to contemplate that before Dimitri changes the subject. Sort of. ]

What, first you call me old and now you want all my secrets? Yeesh, kid. Your buttering up skills could use some work.

[ For all his entirely put upon wounded act, it's exactly that: an act and another show of dramatics that Dimitri might remember from more recent academy days. Now Claude's doing it more to be entertaining than as distraction as that wide grin on his face suggests - as does ditching that old title based nickname in favor of a new one if the prince is no longer going to introduce himself as one. Also, that age difference works both ways. ]

Luckily for you I'm in a sharing mood anyway. And the truth is... nothing terribly interesting aside from trying to get my bearings. Mostly I've spent a lot of time in the libraries reading whatever I can find when not helping out around here, or making friends with some of the merchants nearby to pick up some odd jobs. Looking for a project already now that you're here?