Camilla picked up a silver fork and a sharp knife. She cut a small piece of the roasted chicken and put it into her mouth. It was delicious. She had not eaten since afternoon
and her body was exhausted from the fight in the tavern. She began to eat quickly, filling her empty stomach.
As she ate, Murry stood quietly by the wall. He watched her for a few minutes. Then, he decided to finish the story he had started in the hallway.
"The General is a very complicated man," Murry spoke softly into the quiet room. His deep voice mixed with the soft sounds of Camilla's silver fork hitting the plate.
Camilla chewed her food slowly, listening to him.
"The General has lived completely alone since his early childhood," Murry explained. His eyes looked sad as he remembered the past. "He spent all his time training with heavy swords and learning the harsh, brutal skills of a military general. He had no friends his own age to play with."
