[@bloonewb]
"I've never been in any army. I, alone, am the army of my hometown. I doubt that man was a priest. He looked like a spy, and spoke flattery in an attempt at manipulation. I fight for my people. My friends. If a threat comes to our home, my town sleeps peacefully, knowing that I am watching over them. They are my family, not by blood, but by bond." He drains his drink, and taps his fingers together in thought. "Glory for who? The kingdom, myself....[i]or you?[/i]" His shimmering eyes are glowing in the low light of the tavern, bright enough to comfortably read by their light in a pitch black room.