honor

"What?" he said with anger in his voice.

You saw the elf people watching this scene unfold. The women elves listen to hear why you killed one of their friends. The men elves watch and hoping to see you die.

You look at them all then place your throat against the elf leader sword, "I kill some of your people. You kill some of my people. I don't owe you even reasoning why I kill your people. So if you want to kill your enemy. Do it." You said looking up at the elf leader.

He seem to be shook by your antics. He then step back sheathing his sword away. "Sit him up on that log. Give him some food."

You were put on a log near the fire to get warm. The elf leader hand you a bottle of ale. You took it with both hands to drink on it. The leader watch you struggle for a second then he told them to uncuff you.

"Thanks. I'm John Doe."

He held your gaze, "Mikler. I'm the acting leader of the 5 infantry of the Queen army. And what do you do for a living?"

"I'm a farmer." you say laid back.

"A farmer that wield a sword like a mad man." he toast you.

You held your ale in the toast to, but an elf men in bigger armor came up and threw your ale on the ground. He then stare at Mikler with his boiling blue eyes.

"We need to kill him. He will hurt the spirit of our army. You want what Mikler." said the elf in a deep voice.

Mikler eyes never leaving yours ask,