"Hmm? There hasn't been a war since the Wizard showed up..." Luka blinks, unsure if he understood Gyre correctly. Maybe he meant a different war? An elf war that Luka wouldn't know about?

"You don't sound old enough to have fought in that war." He laughs, not realizing how wrong he is. Luka somehow hasn't put all the pieces together to realize, hey, Gyre's technically pretty damn old.

"Or..." He pauses. "You're an elf, so... you were old enough already then to fight?" He suddenly feels embarrassed by his awkward questions, like he's committing a social faux pas prying about Gyre's age and past. "That makes sense."