Two Rivers Isle Last night I smoked a cigarette

So you do not care for forced marriage, either, Ulrich said. Well. He thanked the gods for that, because he wasn't sure if he had the energy to teach a man to rethink an idea like that. Ulrich wanted to comment on Goliad's words, ask about the woman he had meant to marry, but somehow the man's final words stopped him. They seemed to close a door between them, to indicate to Ulrich that Goliad did not wish to speak of his past. Perhaps that assumption was wrong; he did not know.

My histories will be your histories, he repeated. I like that, too. You have a way with words that this old soldier could never compete with. He paused in thought. Two Rivers Isle: Our histories are your histories. It seemed fitting, considering the ragtag group that had gathered here, who all seemed to have dark pasts, or at least pasts they were attempting to escape. Now they had banded together to form this... strange family.

Ulrich smiled at Goliad. I have enjoyed speaking with you. I am... not normally so open, but... perhaps you found a door I did not know I had. He shrugged, a little shyly.