He puts one hand on his sword, and draws it slightly out of it's scabbard, before relaxing his grip slightly. "What better roads? I have no magic of my own. This is the only way I can think of to ensure that I have protection from a large group of enemies without using a ridiculous amount of enchantments. To heal myself with their wounds, so no matter what they do, I can heal myself with their energy. I'm just a common soldier. I have no magic of my own, so why not make it so I have no need of magic?"