Still, for the sake of justice let me add one factor here. Must be extremely hard for a man from a planet where no one depends on thing like swords and warhammers to survive to became a proper Warrior Caste anywhere on Sharitarn. Even harder to do that on the Elven City, where most citizens have two centuries to learn how to be adults and I can't even imagine how many years to sharp their fight skills. He did that, he achieved a position among the ten best fighters of Erevy.
In the middle of that, one can be excused for not pay attention to other matters. Small things, like the fact that be the strongest fighter isn't always enough to win.
That day, when a mercenary furtively took his Noble Caste elven free-companion, he realized that
Jean Felipe could have chased the thief, wasn't for the circumstances. His adoptive family was involved in a dispute against other nobles for the rights of exploration of some mines and they had to keep lawless bands under control to not loose this. The involuntary immigrant could not leave his human soldiers without a leader, even the lady's father insisted on that! Both men had to swallow the pride for the sake of their honor, and allow the hunter the time he needed to carry his prey away and brand her into slavery.
_You make a good case in defense of this Earthling fellow. I ask myself if he would recognize that effort, if he was here. Considering that you are the one who took his beloved free-companion from him to make her your pleasure slavegirl.
_If anything, I think he should thank me for the illuminating lesson about our world.
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