Ambrose

Ambrose flushes as he realizes he was talking too loud. He lowers his voice as he nods.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. I'll be honest, I was concerned you were going to stick me someplace where I would be out of the way. Protect the person you're escorting at all costs, you know? But I can fight. And I want to fight. If I can't fight to protect people from mere bandits, then I don't deserve to be the one fighting to protect them from The Black God."

He spits on the floor and makes the sign of the sun with his left hand to avert the evil.