Thread:Talk:Little Talks of Paradox/Chapter 1: Hey!/Starting with some Bonds/reply (3)

Imagining the distant jungles of Fresan with their close-ranked trees and press of vines reminds Ordolin of the press of bodies in the siege, the way you can't move to swing your sword and the way the blood of the man beside you bathes your face. Cannonballs and crossbow bolts from above, the gurgle of your dying friend at your elbow. He grimaces.

"If you'd seen what I've seen you'd stay out of the jungle, Gelthas," Ordolin says without elaborating. "My joints may creak, but they only warn me of what I need to beware. There's wisdom in old bones, I'll tell you true."

Ordolin has a bond with Gelthas - he worries about his ability to survive in the dungeon.