At the sight of Commander Lothian, Henry couldn't help the dread welling up inside of him. He was trying not to socialize with anyone but it didn't seem he had a choice. The worst part was that the commander always read Henry like a book and he would be able to tell that something was the matter through simple interaction.
"Commander?" Henry asked, unable to hide his shock. "You have apprentices who would be willing to shine your weapons for you."
As usual, the commander retorted quickly and smartly. He was a man of few words who never ran out of quips.
"I have four apprentices but I also have two hands that aren't occupied," he said.
Many people wanted their sons to follow the first peasant-turned-commander into battle, hoping that even a sliver of his greatness would rub off on them and turn them into legendary knights. He was of the few who made it far without having titles paving the path in front of him. It made Henry admire him more.
