“Pardon me to use the words my dear, but I must confess that I am impressed by your spirit,” The commander continued. “You seemed to have the kind of spirit that always…”
The woman’s voice faded in Bella’s ears as she continued to rant on how she had defeated some enemies that had attacked, The Den of Thirty, and had chased them to the far side of Moseroth. Bella could not help the thoughts that went through her mind. While the death of her parents had been a secondary force that had propelled her to joining the Thirty, she had always wanted to belong to the fighting force. She hated being a lady and being tossed around from side to side. Making decisions was the class she wanted and not some lowlife village girl that depends on others. And she wanted to help others too, if not for anythi
