Old enough. [He grunts. Ow, his side. Ow, his ego. He doesn't look anywhere but ahead, not wanting to see any of his men spotting him in this state.] You were probably--probably still being swaddled by the time I joined the templars.
[Okay, he might be exaggerating, but he needs to not think about the slow spread of wet and warm liquid slip down his side.]
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[Okay, he might be exaggerating, but he needs to not think about the slow spread of wet and warm liquid slip down his side.]