Another mark of inexperience - she was quick off her guard. As he returned her introduction, she bowed her head briefly then half-removed her attentiveness, fixing the makeshift knife into her belt and snatching a glance at the ground to see if any other pieces were prominent. Her question had not really sought the information requested, as it was obvious enough he'd endured many fights. Really, she'd wondered about his frame of mind regarding these instances. Had he suffered through, or enjoyed them? His words hinted at his being even more experienced than she'd expected, but also perhaps a little jaded. The phrase 'a song and dance' seemed trivial, considering what he referred to. He had found no meaning in his campaigning, perhaps. Perhaps a lone warrior didn't feel a point was necessary, when fighting. It was outside her realm of experience - Caspa would never have gone to war if circumstances had not forced her. But there was another point to address. "Did someone say our cause is hopeless? Have you heard something?" Her eyes were narrow. She was sure she hadn't said that. So had he pulled it out of the air, or heard it from someone else? She had no idea what kinds of rumours might be flying around. Or, indeed, truths. She had only trust in her leader - a man she didn't know at all - to give her belief that they weren't outnumbered or bound to lose. She was not even privy to his tactics or plans, or whether they would have reinforcement. It was something she was programmed to accept; obedience without question. But she was no automaton - if someone had told this wandering warrior that the Miracles wolves were marching to their deaths, then she would have questions to ask.
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