<span style="color: lightgreen">"If we did not know the price of this war, none of us would be in it. We all know the dangers. The costs. Yet many of us still fight. That has to account for something."</span>Polishing off his sandwich, he glanced over at her as he saw movement. She was putting her hair and he let his eyes travel away from the top of her head, down to her ears and then to her neck. He was just about to go on to her shoulders when the tattoo on her neck caught his eye and he zoomed in to get a closer look. It was familiar...But where and why Rudolph did not know. He knew he should know, but he was at a loss here.<br/><br/>Letting it go and hoping it came to him later, he laid back on to the grass, feeling his wings press up against his back.<span style="color: lightgreen">"And it does us no good to find the rightful heir when all the Duke would do would be to slaughter them where they stood. Yes people are willing to fight for the true heir, but we both know that many of them have not had a lick of training in their lives. They would be useless."</span>Sighing, he shifted his shoulders, trying to find the comfy position he had with his wings before he had eaten the food.<br/><br/>A quick sigh followed by him setting up once more gave a sign to the fact he had given up being comfortable for now.<span style="color: lightgreen">"Not to mention the lad or lass themselves. How do we know we aren't just gonna get a worse ruler to take this one's place? Depending on where they have been, they could be dumber than a rock with all the manners of a half starving cat."</span><br/><br/>Way to look on the bright side there Rudolph.