True to his word, Seoraj will knock the price down some when she pays him for the work. Now, though, he glances to her to answer that question, looking for all the world as though he's never been asked. (He hasn't; he suspects some of the lowlanders think Arum warriors spring from the mountain rock, fully formed.) "Always," he says, with a shrug, but in more detail, "Trained since I was a boy. First campaign would've been something like thirteen years ago, give or take a summer." He'd have been seventeen when he started marching.