At least this boy had the common sense to remain careful of his tone. While Gabriel certainly was not the fighter he had been in the past, he could hold his own yet. Those fresh marks from Alaine proved it, even though she was no warrior—but a Secui, and a woman driven mad by grief, these were very dangerous things. He dismissed whatever sob-story the boy was presenting him with; after all, very few families remained whole with the world as it was. His father had been dead for well over three years, though he had been gone long before that.
Oh so he knew about the wars; vaguely, Gabriel tried to recall the name he mentioned. He knew it somewhere, but there had been so many wolves that it did not matter. Had he recalled breaking the woman’s leg while she came to find her dead son, he might have mentioned this. Names were not very important, these days. “I have fought in every war that Inferni has seen,” he said plainly, and this was the truth. Gabriel had been a boy during the first, but an active soldier and finally commander in the others. He knew the face and the truth of these battles. “What did they tell you, about these wars?” He asked flatly, knowing what to expect.
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