There was another roll of eyes.  Amora, listened, but only half.  She knelt down to pet the young shepherd dog that sat beside her.  She looked bored, and she didn't at all try to hide her feelings about this.  Conscripted, ordered, and she was displeased.  Such a simpler life, and more exciting, hearing the stories of war, and great combat from those who were in them and won was much better than having to do so herself.<br/><br/>She wasn't excited, she loathed what she was being made to do, it was just not for her, but she was here, for as long as she was.  Sigh.