"You all right, Marshal?" Obren asks.
You swallow hard and nod your head. "Y-yeah… yeah. I'm okay."
"You're a worse liar than I am."
Your frustration flares. You mentally restrain yourself from striking the knight.
Obren says, concern evident in his voice, "You should take a rest. Nothin' good ever comes from staring at the dead."
You glance out at the field.
Nothing good ever comes from staring at the dead.
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