Ysena laughed, this girl was so new to the world, and how cruel it can be. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, before her dad was taken away, leaving her to try and reassemble the remaining mercenaries, its the only career she knew, and she was good at it, but boy was she naive when she first started out.<strong>"Hah. do not worry about your china tea-sets and your silver spoons, what good are they to a bunch of mercenaries, we only care for whats practical, and what allows us to live for another night. Remember laplace, mine is a career where your life means anothers death, what little honor in that should be upheld, or we are no more than animals."</strong>She smiled grimly, wanting to see if it would put her off coming to the fortress, she was young after all, at least in terms of world experience, after all mercenaries are able to exist because people like Laplace were not able to fight for themselves, so they pay for those who could.