Ravager's Honor. That sounded pretty serious, Neena thought. She knew if she'd pledged on any of her mercenary bands it would have been the same. She took a seat in her chair and propped her feet up on the desk.
"I'm really not good at this. I can't remember the last time I was even on one. Maybe we should google what it is people do for dates these days. Dinner somewhere? Nothing too fancy."