Tamara's teeth clenched together as she heard his explianation. She had died from a broken neck. 'At least she didn't suffer.' She though quietly to herself. Ma Delly had raised her from a achild, after the plague had claimed her real mother. Shee owed the woman her life. She felt the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over and closed them, letting one slip down her cheek.<br/><br/>Delgar lifted her chin up to look at her and she looked at him. He he looked to have a good 15 - 20 years on her 19, and they had been harsh ones. He had quite a few scars on his cheek, showing him to be a hardened warrior. She suddenly wish she was one. Had seen the things he had She would have been more useful and Ma Delly would not be dead.<br/><br/>"Whatis your name?" He asked her. It took a second for the words to register, but she finally answered him. "Tamara."