[Rosekitten]

"hrm... I still stick with my thoughts that the battlefield is not a place for children.. your 'master' as you put it would do better to keep out of the fighting rather then to throw you to the lions.." Finishing her drink she had as she set the glass down she turned to look at the child. "you can give me a million excuses and I would not be convinced your master is a good man.." She held a bitterness for being owned by anyone let alone calling them master, it had come close to that being her very fate when she was a mere child. Nothing would convince her that there were 'good' owners.