“I had often wondered what they would want with a coward like me. What did I ever have to offer them? At best I was graced with a little quick wit and half-hearted charm. I learned early on how useful the right kind of smile could be. That’s the only reason I practiced those skills; to get what I wanted be it a shiny new dagger or a fine cup of brandy. My swordsmanship was average at best. There was no road to glory in my fate; I would never be some hero so I began to wonder: why? Why did I join them? How could my lies help them?” he asked in a sordid confession as he tried to prop himself up against the thick trunk of an old tree.
“In truth, I joined out of des-peration,” he admitted with a choked laugh. “I thought, ‘what do I have to lose?’ I was hungry, cold and had nowhere to go so why not?” he said with a pause as he struggled to catch his breath. “I was a bloody fool…Still am…” adde