"It's easy to destroy something. People are doing it every day, out there. They pay no mind to how hard we work to make things. A farmer can work a field for a year, but one knight can burn it down in a day. They don't know the work that goes into it. Or the work that goes into the sword they have in their hand."

He watched her, waiting to see if she would object. His time in the Brotherhood had bred a defiance into him and it was being nurtured again in this forge. She was high born, yes. But she seemed to see the world for what it is, even if she was careful in how she said it. But he was careful not to linger. He'd catch her eyes or the way her lips would move and he'd be taunted with forbidden temptations. She was not his to have.

"It used to be fulfilling."