Unferth nodded thoughtfully considering Illyana’s comments. She certainly had a wisdom about her, even if it was tinged with a bit of naivite, she had a knowingness about the world others seemed to lack.  At least she understood how pointless this war had become.  She was not one of the zealots eagerly sharpening their weapons for a chance to whet them with blood.  “You are right; we are ripping each other apart over scraps of land. Truth be told I used to prize the power of my clan above all things. Yet everyone in my village treated me like a dog, and you from far away treat me with respect. That to me is merely proof that sometimes we should looks less to loyalty to the plan and more to loyalty to the people we can like and trust”<br/><br/>Unferth smiled a little at Illyana’s good natured joking. He was used to being made fun of harshly and this was the first time in a long while he could have a proper conversation without embarrassment. He was not used to be treated as a friend. “Actually my father was a blacksmith during peacetime, but he was truly a proud warrior, I was raised more with the expectation to bring glory to the plan. That was until I fell off my horse and, well you can see the result. My mother was a seamstress and I worked with her after that, people shamed me for doing women’s work but it was what I could do to contribute. What about you and your family? I beginning to suspect you are some kind of runaway princess like from the old stories” He smiled at her to show that he was joking. There was something noble about her though, and something he felt that she was not telling him.<br/>