"There are these things called eyes. They help you see." He chuckled. Had it not been for Emrys Mir would never have never seen the fun and enjoyment of banter with a slave.
"Well I do hope you are going back, but I can understand the needed to clear your head. These patrols are a wonder for that." He said, brushing some dirt of the boy's shirt after seeing the brand. Not his style. Tattoos where more this thing.