"Do you remember your first kill? Mine was some green boy at the battle of Red River Rush. I was part of a small cavalry unit, about 50 men, led by Captain Tomunn and we were dispatched directly from Duplil. Red River Rush was taken by Ironbane Mercenaries. The village is one of the biggest suppliers of fish and grain because it was built on the banks of The Red River, so of course the boys upstairs wanted it back. Our scouts had it wrong though. It wasnt 40 men in the garrison. It was 140. They had archers on the gates and the first thing they did was take out our horses. We made it to the wall without losing anyone but we had no way of breaking the gates. That was until i noticed the heavy oaken spikes they had around the walls. Me and my cousin, Omund, ripped one of them out of the ground, aiming the blunt end on the gate. It took us 5 good hits but we finally busted the bitch open. They had all their militiamen in front as meat shields. One gored my through the thigh but i barely felt it. I ripped the spear out and cast it aside. I saw Omund catch a shield to the throat. He died, choking on his own blood. So i ran to the boy who did it, grabbed his shield, broke his arm, ripped the shield off and bashed his head in. The whole time he was screaming for his mother. Needless to say we won the battle, i took out about 50 of them on my own. There was talk at camp that some of our men didnt even get one kill because of me, i doubt thats true though. Its funny, the rage that comes out when you lose family. Heh, well anyway, your first kill? What was it?" Leo never looked from the fire once, the entire time he spoke.