"You make a fair point, la- friend," said Mihai'en. But how much could he say? If he told the whole truth, he'd either be in real trouble, or he would be thought as crazy. With prying ears, he couldn't guarantee that most of the truth would be safe to say. Best to keep it simple.
"I'm nothing special, though. I soldiered for a few years, started when I was about 15; conscription and all that. 'Dyfed 3rd Company', I was. Never saw much of combat then. Ahead 4 years, and here I am, fugitive of the king's justice. Deheubarth's a long way's away though."
The second he mentioned his home country, though, he immediately regretted it. If this boy had heard the news, it wouldn't take much for him to put two and two together. Then again, he seemed to live in the middle of nowhere, so it was entirely possible that he hadn't heard the news.
"But don't mind me, I'm just rambling," he trailed off, hoping Shiro would forget what he'd said.