What the girl spoke made sense naturally... though he couldn`t help but wonder how awkward it was to smack someone with just a band on your wrist. "No better way to shut someone up, right?" However, then she mentioned her supposed magic, he gave an intrigued look. Metal, huh? You mean like, summon spears, or daggers..."
Before he could finish his question though, the girl reached over to him and touched her armlet... Which started coating his arm very uncomfortably! "What the?!" Though as it went along, it started feeling just like a metallic glove, just more skintight. Just what Kurdran didn`t like to wear of course. Though it seemed like Kurdrans early thoughts were somewhat on point, as he nodded. "Yeah, yeah, real cool. Real cool, but uh, can you free me arm now? Gets real itchy when you can`t do it no more you know." There was this sorta pleading look with puppy dog eyes. He clearly didn`t like his stuff being stuck. Admittedly, he had not expected her to show her magic so freely.
Kurdran scratched his cheek a bit awkwardly, as she commented on being called "a statue". "I... Didn`t mean it like... that?" This was the first time he was talking with someone who took things a bit literally. And somehow that gave him a familiar feeling... For once he was kind of quiet, and didn`t give much more other than a super awkward chuckle trying to hide it.
The girl seemed to notice him being a bit frustrated. "Pfeh, they always said I was too open." That`s what these troubles started from after all. He groaned a bit. Still hadn`t learned a thing. Though, his attention shifted a bit, as the lady admitted herself to not really be a drinker. "Really!?" He said outloud. "Man, maybe I should take up meditating... Seems like much better way to get rid of yer troubles!" It seemed like he was genuinely excited to try for a moment, only to lean harder onto the tree, as his hair thumped against it. "But there is not flavor in sitting down for hours... It needs a drink, you get me?" Heck, even though he was sitting now, he was happily talking with her to keep himself occupied.
Though the mood clearly shifted a bit, as she offered to listen to the story. Kurdran face almost wrinkled visibly a bit more. "Eugh, I dunno..." Last time he had told this stuff, it was to a good friend of his! And he had just thought that he was too open about things... He ruffled his hair in thought, tiny sparks of electricity going through it as he did it. He thought so hard in fact, that when the lady said it would help, he turned to look and realized she had taken one of her shirts off... "Okay, Okay! I`ll tell ye a little bit! Just to get it out of my head again..." He tapped the open patch next to him. "Sit down. Ye don`t listen to stories standing up." He seemed a bit sterner.
Whether she actually sat down or not, Kurdran rubbed his head for a moment, and proceeded to spill his guts. Figuratively of course. "In the most basic form, I ain`t allowed to go home no more. And it`s all cause I tend to get into the wrong crowd too easily, because of being all "buddy pal"." He actually lifted his fingers up and down to emphasize it. "This lead into me doing a lot of stupid things, which led me into getting kicked out of the family for a little while..."
He sighed. "I am supposed to try to find the stuff I lost, but while here, some oracle told me they would treat me horribly anyway." His mohawk pressed against the tree, becoming almost flattened as a result. "And now it has me all confused..."
He looked at the sky, stars were starting to blink in the black canvas of it, though with the lights of the festival, it was a bit harder to see em. "Sigh, if only I was a proper dwarf. Could propably get into the stars that way, ye know. Could ignore all this stupid business, and just be amazingly glittery you know?" He pointed some specific stars out. "Scorpio, big ladle, magnis toe..." He chuckled momentarily. "In the dwarven kingdoms they call it that, cause apparently the guy kicked his leg so hard into a rock, that it flew there and broke his toe in the process!" He laughed all sorts of relaxed. Stories like that always kept him happy.