Conlan had meant that the kids decided then and there to form an army later in life. He realized after Ordhan had commented that his words would have probably been taken literally by most everyone, let alone Ordhan and his inability to read sarcasm.
He lifted his mug one last time, then frowned at its emptiness, He put it on the table, and lifted the bottle to fill the mug up again. He watched the liquid pour into the glass, and tried to compose a response, that wouldn't be taken as an argument.
"I suppose I shouldn't spend my time worrying about it right? I mean… other people are going to do what they will. If a man is inspired to say… defend the innocent and that ends up biting him in the end, I can't do anything to change his mind. If a man is inspired to invade his neighbor, can't stop that either, and if a man is inspired to simply do the best job he can, I guess I can't change that. I don't have much of an impact, and complaining about it isn't going to do much more then make me unhappy." Con lifted the cup to his mouth taking a deep drink. When Ordhan made his observation about only doing what needed to be done, Conlan nodded quickly in agreement.
"See we do agree on that. The job they have me doing is fighting the darkspawn. When we leave here, I'm gonna fight the darkspawn, and try to keep as many people alive as I can. That's the job, and I do the job. I don't know that that makes me a legendary hero, or means people should want to hear my life's story." Conlan moved over to the old pile of cushions on his floor, having been unable to afford actual furniture, he collapsed into the pillows and took a long sip from his mug.
"I don't think I like fighting, and I hate that good men die. But at least I'm stuck with a job where the things I need to kill are worth killing. And at least I have you to watch my back."