Opening Up

Garand turned to Balar. He hadn't really expected the man to say anything to him. He looked down at his leg as he limped along, trying his best to keep his pace with the others.

"There is pain, but it is a significant improvement. I am grateful.... and thankful."

He paused for a moment.

"You all have paid so much kindness toward me. You could have left me before, you could have killed me. I can't help but feel... indebted to you all. Before, Tiella asked that I tell her something about me in return for her healing, but there was commotion with Miles and then we were on the move once more."

Garand seemed almost lost in thought, he adjusted his cloak slightly, pulling the metal ring that held it together as it was beginning to grow uncomfortably tight across his neck.

"I only wish to be of more use and to be more open and forthcoming to you and these people. I haven't done all that much since I met you all. So, if there was anything you wished to know about me, I suppose it's the least I could do at the moment."