i don't mind compassion
The cold puff of air makes his skin crawl and he lightly rubs his arm before taking the drink offered to him. He licks his lips before taking a drink, listening to Ronin talk. Militia huh.. Not really the way he tends to go. If anything, he doesn't like authority or being told what to do. (Except in bed. But he has a feeling that's not going to be an option.) Then again.. Dragons. He'd also be leaving Maeve but they're only loosely a thing so it's fine. Right? "Used to fighting more hand to hand but I'm not new to it. Willing to learn though." He's had a few broken noses in his day, gotten stabbed once, you know, the usual. He's never been formally trained or anything though.
"So who uh.. You building a militia against?"
"So who uh.. You building a militia against?"
just not on my dime
LOCKE
