He shakes his head. "Aye, gov'nor. You don't."
A Kantonian soldier replies, "Thank the lord, too. I's can't stab people without a spear."
You chuckle at the man's comment. "Then I guess I'll leave you boys to it."
They say their goodbyes, salute, and then you leave, heading further down the table.
You don't walk very far before you hear Darin's voice say from behind you, "Careful, lad."
You turn around.
Next
Darin is standing in front of you with his arms crossed. "Be very careful."
You narrow your eyes. "What's wrong?"
He leans in closer, whispering into your ear, "Not all of those dishonored are like you."
"What are you tryin' to say?"
"Many of 'em don't deserve it, like you. But… I's met a lot of folk in me time. Many dishonored, too." He says grimly, "They ain't always the most stable in the head."