He took note of how invested the woman seemed in reading her tome. Her nice black hair tumbled over her face as she read. Her eyes jumped back and forth with such an intent. Beauty is simplicity.
"Good sir, the time of year and weather matters not. The act is what matters, and to answer to the reason...because one can never have too much knowledge. One can also ask; why even be out on such a cold day? Days like this tempt my desire to travel to warmer climates."
'What an intelligent one she is.' She kept looking up at him while she was talking but then back down to her book. Her deep blue eyes cut right through him. A person's eyes can speak a language of their own which is why Brom is more interested in someone's eyes than anything else they have. Money and power can have no power when it comes to someone's personality. They can't tell you how happy or sad someone is. Money and power only indicate status. Nothing more, nothing less.
"You are so young yet I can see the fire of knowledge burning inside you. But remember this. Knowledge is a person's most powerful tool but it is only a tool. It took me a great many years to realize that and great were the costs for my ignorance." Brom turned his head past the youngling, face tilted up at the sky, he closed his eyes. For a moment he got lost in his thoughts, drowning in the sea of his memories.
Snapping himself back into the present he spun around walking back out onto the street. His feet were getting cold thanks to the freezing street. Without looking back he said to the young lady, "I'm going to a tavern to find something to eat. Come along with me and we can continue this conversation. He didn't even look back to see if she was following him. Brom just liked surprises.