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He quickly realized he had possibly offended her. He hadn't meant too. He simply was not fond of bondage and slavery. It was a harsh truth though that there was more of it than others thought.

I meant no offense. It is just difficult for me to understand serving in this capacity. I am a soldier. I serve my leader, but I also have freedoms. I can come and go as I please. I am only at the beck and call of my leader. No one else.

Reyson thought on that. It is where the dead lay isn't it? The catacombs?

Reyson stiffened at her use of Rigid and grew silent, as he thought. Yes. I enjoy my work. Not all soldiers are rigid as me. I have been sullied, beaten and reformed into what you see before you. I was thrust into my role as a soldier at very young age. I took my first life as a very young wolf.

He frowned again. Perhaps you are right. I apologize. I should not have discounted your work as I did.

He shifted and looked out over the plains. Unsure now what to say or do. And a small part of him had curled up and tightened again, behind walls of bone and flesh and fur. For others to not see or hear. He didn't need to share. Perhaps the party had affected him aversely as well, he had been to glib with his tongue. To easy to speak.