Their presence had only one effect on Demacias men. They did their best to hold on to their courage, most of them released them into their britches but, not a single tear fell. Heaven forbid if these men cried at the sight of monsters. To be labeled a coward was far more deadly than to soil ones own under garment. The pants would dry but, the stain from the shame of fear would remain almost eternal, there was no honour in tears so these men wet their britches with fear…
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