She was an unlikely soldier, but he looked the part. An outsider with the marks of battle clearly visible, who had wandered into the vicinity of war seemingly by chance. It was a strange chance, if so. "You don't look like a scholar," was her only remark, still holding out on the full story, although it was on the tip of her tongue - as anybody who wholeheartedly believes themselves to be in the right and on the side of the better good, she was ready to be utterly honest, in the expectation that the truth would win over any right-minded and reasonable person hovering on the periphary. If this was truly what he was: she was yet having trouble looking past the hardened and fight-torn exterior. She hoped her curt answer would lead to a fuller explanation, so she could relent her guard a little. So long as he maintained the ring of truth in his tone, she would be ready to believe him.
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