Witch's Marsh prorsus

For a moment there was a beat of eye contact, and the cool hunter's dashing face broke into a smile.

He's smiling at me he's smiling at me he's smiling at me hessmilingatme help.

Feeling ever so discombobulated, but forcing his mind back to the tangible now, Ico felt himself smile in return and he listened to a tale told in bullet points. Newborn. Child. Man. Army. The revelation that Germanicus hailed from a highly disciplined world explained much about the way he carried himself.

I... I do keep lore, Ico replied, visibly surprised that his calling had been so accurately pinpointed. Or at least I try to. And while you may think your history is very straightforward, I find it fascinating. I've never met a soldier before.