(Sorry about that, the reply was a draft and it got posted on its own during the change. I was going to edit it, but then you replied already...)
Aris's eyes sharpened for a bit, but he then remembered that he hadn't exactly explained his situation. Nor was there any need for the details anyway. He simply declared, "I have made a commitment here, and going home is not an option. The most I can afford is a visit, perhaps when I have more than a month off. I live very far."
"Far" didn't quite cut it. Technically, he traveled an inordinate distance away simply to get here and in fact, had he not known his brother's behavior so well, he would have been lost on the way across the Blind Eternities. The shifting sands alone were enough to make inexperienced travelers lose their way by the hundreds.
In summary - he lived very, very far.
Although in all likelihood, this man probably wouldn't quite understand travel on that magnitude. He had scars, yes, but Aris had been born and lived with a different sort of hardship. Experience told him that the scars he saw earlier weren't exactly those of the "noble" sort. Maybe from brawls at most.
Aris chuckled lightly, amused. But he wouldn't say why exactly, not wanting to offend. "As of returning home... I don't suppose you actually live here? I'm guessing this is only for when you want to stomp around the woods... and maybe feel all-powerful for a time."