"I'd appreciate that." He yawns. "Anyway, first thing you need to know about me is that I came from Whitby Fief, and was part of a Choosing Ceremony myself. I chose the life of a Ranger of course, but do you know what people were expecting me to choose? Points if you guess it right."
She thinks, looking st his stature. "Certainly not a warrior. You're too small... Scribe? No, then you have to be polite and listen to directions.... Same with being shipped off as a farmer... Well, I have no idea. With your personality, no other job would fit you."
He smiles wryly. "I would have gone into the Diplomatic Services, actually. I had a knack for it, but I chose the Rangers life because I wanted a little more...action. But during the time as a Ranger, I can say with certainty that we are not at war with the Scotti and the Hibernians because of my efforts."
"Oh, I improvised. The Scotti were threatening the northern borders again and I was sent to make peace. The peace talks didn't work out so well, despite the fact that I spoke their language, until they tried to assault me." He smirks. "I led them on a merry chase throughout their own territory until I picked off their leaders and sent the clan that was threatening us into disarray. As for Hibernia, it was boring jibber jabber."