[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Milo grimaces.

You have no idea.

He pushes past his nerves and faces Dermid.


"Yes, sir.  It's why I'm here.  Why I didn't just keep running, why I'm going to keep working.  I... appreciate the faith you and Lady Lain have put in me.  She is... also aware of my origins."  He lets out a sigh and pained smile.  "I... I've planned on telling the others since she found out, but you're still only the third, and maybe it was only because I think you might have already known something was up.  I'll still have to muster up some level of bravery I guess."

Milo stops talking, and looks for a moment as if he's done, but he grits his teeth and continues.

"This may be impertinent or maybe even offensive to ask, but I'm trying to make myself more useful to Lady Lain and Lord Roland, learn how to ride and use other weapons besides my lance.  I was going to ask Sir Abner, but, if it's possible, I think I could stand to learn a lot from you as well."