Oliver leaned forward on his horse, chuckling to himself as his companions rode by his side, telling stories about their past. "I have never run so fast in my life." One of the knights, Clifford, said with a nostalgic chuckle, "That woman was worse than any battle."
"You shouldn't have tried to steal from her." Another knight, Henry, said with a small grin, getting a shake of the head from Clifford.
"I didn't mean to, I was drunk. Besides, what woman throws a cleaver at a man? I did piss myself, seriously." Clifford laughed again, pulling his sleeve down, revealing a scar along his forearm, "Barely missed me. I tell you, if Lord Alkaris had her fighting, the war would be easy." Clifford sighed and looked to Oliver, "What about you?"
