[For a time, it looks as if he's going to ignore her question. The book is open in his hands, pages occasionally turning while she struggles to eat. His eyes glance upward every now and then to make sure his focus is on their surroundings. After all, he wouldn't be much of a watchkeeper if those bandits were able to sneak up on them.]
A prisoner had called for trial by combat. I won.
[Simple. Easy. No details necessary. But he still fights with the urge to look up for a reaction. It was rare that anyone called for a Trial by Combat since King Snoke had taken the throne. With Ren has his champion, it was practically suicide.
But they had managed to cut him, in a moment of his own hesitation, when it came time for the killing blow. They had been horribly outmatched by Ren's strength -- it was nothing but a game to all who had come to witness.
And it was the first time he'd been able to see how the rest of the Kingdom looked at him.]
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A prisoner had called for trial by combat. I won.
[Simple. Easy. No details necessary. But he still fights with the urge to look up for a reaction. It was rare that anyone called for a Trial by Combat since King Snoke had taken the throne. With Ren has his champion, it was practically suicide.
But they had managed to cut him, in a moment of his own hesitation, when it came time for the killing blow. They had been horribly outmatched by Ren's strength -- it was nothing but a game to all who had come to witness.
And it was the first time he'd been able to see how the rest of the Kingdom looked at him.]