Alice waves to Galacta Knight. "Hello, fellow prankster."
“Eh?” Brynjarr turns around, smirking as he pushes his mask up. “Heard of me, huh? Guess it was only a matter of time before my new rep struck the multiverse.”
He taps the end of his lance on the ground, thinking. “So what’s the deal? Got somethin’ you need? Advice for my quest? Or are you just here to give compliments?”
He wasn’t exactly sure why he was being approached - it didn’t even cross his mind that someone would just visit to visit, since previously it was all pretty straightforward. Someone finds him, asks to fight, he wins. Simple. He’d been known for being the strongest warrior in his universe, after all. You wouldn’t just walk up to someone like that.
