The Legend

Men. Men that fight in wars have to be insane enough to put them selves through the treacherous battles that they face. If not insane, then men have to be just bland enough, just plain enough, just dull enough to put them selves through these life or death situations. That's exactly what we have, bland, plain, dull, men who have nothing better to do than put themselves into war. Among these men though, we have three. Three men who consist of a Black smith, a Poet, and a Shepherd. Why do these men, who can make a living off of what they do, join this group of nobodies into battle? I personally have no clue. Maybe they assumed it would be all sunshine and rainbows. But after what happened one random Tuesday afternoon, I can see why these men stuck around a little longer.