"I also know that the people from the South are problematic."
Annan pleaded, "But my mind has matured already. I won't provoke anyone down there, and I won't learn any bad habits from them."
"But you are only fifteen years old!"
Salvatore exclaimed, "If you must go, then take me with you! There are too many things down there that you shouldn't see... and it's too dangerous for you!
"There are even people who sell young boys, just like you..."
"Like me, they would not be able to defeat."
Annan looked helpless.
Winter had never used eunuchs—in Winter, where newborns were scarce, castrating others was a major sin, equivalent to murder.
If it happened during a street fight—due to Winter's pub culture, street fights were not uncommon—but fighting was just fighting; if one were to crush someone's "chickens and eggs," then that sin was immensely grave.
