It had been unfortunate. It really, really had been. This one is nice though, if one likes a bit of zing. Amazing the things you can accomplish when you actually stick to complimentary flavor profiles.

Nari nods along with his thoughts. "I s'pose most of the common folk get a little happiness from 'at least I'm not an elf', or 'at least I'm not a mage'. It's fighting over scraps of dignity because that's all that're offered." She makes a face. "To their advantage to keep us sniping amongst ourselves." That was all old and chewed over, though, as much as it was cathartic to rehash just how infuriating shem'len society was. She slides her mug back and forth between her hands.

"As far as the thought? It's actually... my People don't do war." She huffs a wry laugh through her nose, "Well, not like this, at least. In lines, pressed up against each other. All the fighting I've done has always been using the land, making the most of small numbers by trying our best to never be seen, never be caught. This is all... it's so open. It's... the losses must be..."

He'd know. It was brutal. Lines and lines of men and women crashing into each other like waves, so many of them immediate casualties, so many downed to be trampled into the mud by ally and enemy alike. She'd not been to the front lines, of course, but she'd seen the maps. She'd read the books. She'd imagined.

"Is this... how it always is?"