“Deep breaths, Ace,” he stated, his stance strong, with no signs of exhaustion on his face except for a few beads of sweat on his forehead. His position as a mercenary to the king kept him in shape. Why he needed to be in such a condition, I wasn’t sure. He wasn’t allowed to talk about what he did but sometimes I get the feeling he might be an assassin, seeing as keeping up his body composure with vigorous training was one of the requirements.
Of course daddy xaddy is a cool assassin
