“I did not think you knew of my existence when you were a child. My first battle was at seventeen. I half expected to die there, along with my men.” “I know quite a lot about you. For example, I know that after your first kill, you silently cried in your tent all night.” Ambrose kept her head low and retreated to her place by the wall without making a sound. Thessian cleared his throat and pushed his unfinished meal away. “Why do I feel as if I am here in my undergarments?” He nervously looked at Ambrose, who did not react.
