The sounds of the warriors ahead were enough to encourage anyone. The knights paused in one of the provinces along the path we were following, and at this moment, we were in a simple inn made of acacia wood, not as noble as the places I had witnessed in my life.
Whether I liked it or not, I was born with a silver spoon. I always had everything I wanted and needed, and even what I didn't need. But life wasn't like that for others. I think I am gradually learning about this world in an honest way, not in the spoiled way I have lived all this time.
"You seem distracted," I heard the male voice of one of the knights who were training a little earlier. I was just watching, as Velryna had told me.
"Many things go through the mind of a refugee, Sir Lloyd," I replied to the man with short brown hair. He was someone fun, although he had a scowl when irritated, as I saw during my little display for Simon.
