Hideaway Strath with the bitter salt of blood

He realized, a bit slow perhaps, that it seemed everyone here was so very physically inclined. While he had been accepted for his ways of the mind, it still seemed that others wished to sway him into more mercenary ventures. He didn't mind it. The kindness they all showed and the willingness to teach was appreciated but...

Well, embarrassment always bloomed in his chest for it. He was not some broad guard bred for the work of hardy men. He was a lithe thing, an unique pretty face. Had they used human terminology he might have simply been a cheerleader for the football team.

I...am afraid I might be a hard student to have. He laughed timidly. I am sure a time will come when I cannot call upon anyone such as yourself, though. Which I suppose means I need to keep trying my hand at tactician work.

A long winded way to accept her offer with some hesitation.