He considered me arrogant, , insolent, foolish ... how this reminded me of home. As Bryces face went red, his cheeks like ripe apples, and a vein throbbing on his forehead, it reminded me so much of 'father', when he was about to beat me up with his belt or just about anything at hand, that I felt ... familiar, almost comfortable.
"Now, think a little ... it's easy - I won't be leading any fiends to you, the demons will come on their own to say hello. Yes, there are horrors in that forest, or else I wouldn't be here in the first place. I was sent here to risk my life by my superiors. I will not throw it away - though it is not one of the best, it's the only life I got. I will not lose it for the sake of image ... a reputation .. a face. Images are fleeting, what more, they tend to be false, mere masks we conceal our true selves with."
I relaxed in my chair and spoke in a tone much more casual: "Now, if you don't want me to tackle fiends, I won't. Though, to be honest, I fail to understand why you'd refuse a volunteer meat shield, which is my only quality, apparently."
"But yes, I'm all for that. I'll leave the slicing and dicing to you, while I stay at the back, and let loose a bolt or two from my crossbow, colect a few herbs, and do the cooking... I might even scrub the kettle, bag a rabbit as not to seem lazy, and even guard the horses as a bonus."
"For sir Hashang, who, apparently (despite all the evidence), does not consider me a kid, a foolish one at that, and a liar to boot, I'll try to fight a demon, though risking my life I may be."
I stretched out a hand to Klanu, inviting a handshake: "Do we have a deal?"