"You wish to know why death had been granted upon me" After settling down on his horse along with a dead man tightly strapped to his back and the little girl peacefully asleep in his one arm, Jones decided to make small talk with Jared.
"Who does not?" His answer, very straightforwardly put, as though one had been questioned if he or she needs money, contained neither a yes nor a no. But a rhetorical format.
Throughout what he had been experiencing was equal to an imagination of loosing someone close to you that you could even call a brother, however, out of respect for his Lord, the words rather be kept to himself.
Certainly, he had not been the only person to look up at him to that extent. And though Astria suffers a grave hit that would ring through the many years to come, and probab
