"Whiskey, thank you," Demos said. He then returned his attention to the General at his question, "I was the commander of the Royal Varacian Hoplites, 2nd Phalanx," pride filling his eyes as he spoke. The Varacian Hoplites were legendary for their skill and training, the 2nd Phalanx only lacking in reputation to the 1st.
Demons continued, "When the war began, as I'm sure you know, our cowardly king gave our nation over to Massrend without a fight. The dishonor of this sickened me, so I left the country rather than be the slave of any foreign people. The Enveens were in dire need of experienced drill masters for their rather poor army, with the fear of the war coming to their doorstep, so that is where I went. For the remainder of the war I trained troops and readied their meager military for foreign invasion. Of course, that all changed with the bomb," Demos said, abruptly stopping at the end, stopping himself from going into territory he didn't want to go.
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Vel said, "There's no way you were a pilot! Thats the lie." She was way too fit to be a pilot. Maybe a mechanic, or a soldier. He was completely oblivious to the sexual tension going on.
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