The flood thing

Did you have the same struggles with me, when they brought me to the Pit, and dumped me out of the crate they had tossed me in to try and transport me there? I must had been feral by the time they opened it. I remember little of that day, but she remembered the crate. Being sealed inside it, and then being unceremonially dumped on the ground, thankful beyond all to be able to see the sky again. What had happened after that had become a blur of training, her own path to becoming the fighter she was now.

I don't remember you making me run that many laps, but, time has a way of softening memories and making it more difficult to remember the exact details. A woman carrying a large shield struggled for a moment, as Flea used the moment to help her get a better grip on the leather straps, Try the blacksmith, this one will slow you down, have them trim the sides and bottoms, if you can't move the shield is useless in the end. The woman nodded and went along as Flea drug a hand down her face.

This is gonna be a lot of work. She inclined her head when he mentioned the bottle of wine, I may be mistaken, but that doesn't seem to do much for their morale. Flea grinned as she paused to kick a ball back towards a group of youth that were playing, the leather inflated bag having landed near their feet. It's not easy. Had Ailwin not helped me find you, I would have fallen back into the same patterns as when we were enslaved, and right there for the few months after, killing for money because it was the only skill I had.

@Bajie