Telleroftales
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The argument between Hale and the newcomer, the petite woman who, despite her size, radiated an aura of command, ended with the man hurling a bottle towards the far wall, where it shattered on impact. Solun instinctively reached for his gladius, and only stopped short of drawing the blade when he realized Hale posed no threat. He'd slumped into a chair, challenging the others to attempt to kill him, if they could. The old soldier settled back into his chair.
He'd seen outbursts like Hale's before. Soldiers that had seen too much death, lost too many friends. Eventually, something had to give. Fortunately, in the Legion, they had ways of helping those men and women.
Whether a few days on the town or just being rotated away from the front, perhaps even back to Cyrodiil, where the war was mere talk. Unfortunately, that support network had collapsed during the Long Retreat. Solun had lost count of the men who'd taken their own lives, or run off into the night, howling like madmen. Some had deserted. Others had simply dropped their gear and refused to fight.
Not every casualty of war was caused by a blade. To his surprise, the woman not only borr his tirade, she managed to talk him down, guiding him back to the table. Impressed, Solun nodded to her. Not everyone could be so collected in the same situation. He turned to Hale."I've no intention of killing you. Not unless you give me no choice. I'd rather hear about this 'lead' you've picked up."
He'd seen outbursts like Hale's before. Soldiers that had seen too much death, lost too many friends. Eventually, something had to give. Fortunately, in the Legion, they had ways of helping those men and women.
Whether a few days on the town or just being rotated away from the front, perhaps even back to Cyrodiil, where the war was mere talk. Unfortunately, that support network had collapsed during the Long Retreat. Solun had lost count of the men who'd taken their own lives, or run off into the night, howling like madmen. Some had deserted. Others had simply dropped their gear and refused to fight.
Not every casualty of war was caused by a blade. To his surprise, the woman not only borr his tirade, she managed to talk him down, guiding him back to the table. Impressed, Solun nodded to her. Not everyone could be so collected in the same situation. He turned to Hale."I've no intention of killing you. Not unless you give me no choice. I'd rather hear about this 'lead' you've picked up."