“We can’t stay here,” He said looking at the ground. “I…I was conscripted Snow. I understand if you want to stay. I’ll go on my own.” It was a well known fact that the training camps were brutal for conscripts as it was he already had a brand on his fore head marking him as a conscript. Most didn’t survive the year let alone to the battle field. Those that didn’t barely lasted a battle when they fought. “I ran, you can say you didn’t know me, you just rented a room they’d believe that.” In truth he wanted her to come with him but would never confess that. He went into his fathers old study, taking up the sword, his fathers sword. It was covered in strange marks, true enough it had a counter part a bow, which sat on the desk next to it. He then moved and pulled up a piece of rope, he’d need the dog to hunt.