Neide:
"Right", Neide replied, without much of real conviction in her voice.
"So... how long have you been there?", she added after a pause, "How was it?"
"How long
was I there...? Eight months. How long
since I've been there? Little over three years. How
was it...?" He grows quiet again. "Nasty... Whole island of people who hate you for being Sefonian, and they can immediately tell by looking at you who and what you are..." Unsurprising, as Irgen's skin was sun-tanned and his brown hair bleached almost sandy from years of outdoor guard duty under sunnier conditions than the present. "...As if it wasn't enough that our breastplates showed that we served Alara and were therefore there to put a stop to them making trouble for Sefonia... But... what're you gonna do? They hate us for the history between us, they hate us for keeping a tight rein on 'em now, some of 'em want to kill us, so we can't
not keep a tight rein on 'em..." Another long pause. "...The final action was bloody. Bad business. We put 'em down, all right, but they killed a couple of us, too. Dangerous folk, Westerners, when they've got their mind set on it... I'd rather face 10 Easterners in a dark alley than 5 Westerners..."