About three hours afterwards, we’d all decided that life would have been a lot better if we’d never met Kovu.
First off, he was obnoxiously loud; so much so that I very nearly shoved my sword right through his chest. From the moment he joined us, all we heard was the sound of him rattling on and on. He spoke about a battle he had won with his men about a fortnight ago, in a small town down by the valley where the river flowed.
"They never saw us coming," he said, laughing aloud. "I’m telling you, all we had to do was make sure we crept up on them under cover of darkness. One-on-one, my men can take out any number of adversaries you throw at them. But down in Driftwood, they don’t sit back and wait for you to attack. No, they certainly don’t do that. Once an enemy is spotted, they flood
