As the talk turned to killing, Griff went silent. He preferred not to reveal that side of himself unless he had too. The journey they had ahead of them would be treacherous, and not just because of the elements. War brought out the worse in people, There was a chance they could encounter bandits, then perhaps Adrian and Johnathon would have a killing story of their own. Griff thought back to the first man he had killed, an Arcarti soldier. The days of the empire in Griff's home city were numbered and the soldiers were deserting left right and centre. The man had broken into their home looking for anything he could steal. Griff came home to his Mother being raped and grabbed a knife. The soldier must have had over 100 holes in him, Griff couldn't remember what had happened exactly, it was all a blur. He'd expected someone to come looking for the dead man, but no one came and the empire was soon gone from the city.That was before he'd been recruited by The League, since then he'd killed more men than he could count. It never bothered him, it was all in the name of the cause and as far as he was concerned, the freedom of the masses was a cause worth killing for. "These are dangerous times. You reach an age when you're likely to have killed. Otherwise the other man would be standing where you are." Griff said, feeling like he should add something to the conversation.