"You're confident you and the team that came a while back can beat them." Kinner nods in respect. It's a statement. "You're braver than I am. There's a lot more of them out there than the gang which attacked us out on the convoy, from my guess." He sighs, not expecting much intel from Ghost. Pelsor wouldn't have been that sloppy. "It's okay you didn't see anything, Ghost. What's important is that you're safe. So we have no idea of what their larger plans are here? That's unfortunate, though it can't be helped. They don't want us to know what they're up to. Either they don't trust us either or they're hiding something. Maybe both."

When Blaze mentions the dregs, Kinner smiles, a little bitterly. "You weren't supposed to run from battle in my world, either. Though for a lot of people it was less honor that kept them on the field and more the fact that if you were caught deserting, you got court-marshaled or shot. Reckon if any of Pelsor's Fallen didn't want to fight, they wouldn't last very long, either." Kinner hadn't seen an execution for deserting happen, but had heard of it in other countries. "I guessed they were stubborn bastards. You'd have to be to fight a war for sixteen hundred years. The war I was in lasted four years, and that was bad enough. I can only imagine how exhausting and bloody a war that long would be."