The Demon
I walked with them, didn’t request any golden bowls, ate from the same pot as the soldiers, carried my share of the supplies, trained when we camped, and tried to gain a better understanding of the situation.
What else did they need? Nothing, really. Increasingly, I noticed the other soldiers looking at me with respect; a sergeant, after I fired an entire quiver of arrows into the bullseye while holding the crossbow in a stretched hand; a five-score commander, when I beat him in hand-to-hand combat.
I don’t exaggerate my achievements. It’s just that half-demons are stronger and faster than humans. It’s in our blood. What about Farne himself? I continued to like him. He was smart and serious-
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