"Oh no, not a mercenary," Alistair replied quickly, shaking his head as he attempted to correct Helena before the mistaken assumption could get any further than it had already. "Castle guard, actually. I'm not quite sure where that ranks on the scale of glory and prestige, but since I'm not doing it anymore I guess it doesn't matter." He wasn't going to brood over the past that he couldn't change, so he wasn't abut to plunge into the dumps like he could have. No, he had other things to worry about these days.<br/><br/>That said, he turned to the other question that had been poised to him, the matter of whom had resulted in his current state. It wasn't the most fun thing he could imagine talking about, but he nonetheless answered it in due time. "I believe it was a Duke....Montagne? Yeah, that's right. Officially there was some bullshit excuse, but I'm fairly certain it was related to his son or some supporter of his. Apparently I was too good at my job." He cracked a grin at that, treating it the only way that he really could have. Yeah, that was definitely one way of putting it.<br/><br/>For now, he simply waited to see what her reaction would be to all of that, though he doubted it would mean much besides some sympathy, given the distances involved from where it had taken place. Oh well, he expected no more, really.