He snorted in amusement. "Then you would have driven me out a long time ago. I am good for combat and little else. A couple years of trying to be a civilian have been an exercise in frustration and failure. And one only good for war and death tends to have those two follow them around. We are better as wanders, never staying in place long, not getting attached, drifting like leaves in the wind, wherever fate, destiny, chance, choice or whatever drives us. Less able to get in trouble for the nightmares and self-made demons that haunt us."<br/><br/>He nodded to himself, resuming storing items in the packs. "But maybe it would have been different, maybe not. Surprise and stealth are great equalizers of combat. Small quality can, with proper precautions, take great quantity, as I did. They might have been monsters, might have been good at their jobs, but they made a mistake, and I killed them through it."