"Fighting is my life, as it is to all but the craftsmen of weapons in my ancestral homeland of ironthorn. I carry the blade of my fathers, and I wear the holy regalia of my people. This will be my home long after I earn my freedom, so yes I feel the same way as you about this place." Alexander said, tossing the coin onto the counter and receiving his bread. "I'll kill When bidden, but when my sponcer has me stop I will. At least here I can truly vennerate the ironthorn blood that runs through my veins and my sword, I can be a warrior like one of my people aught to be."