He just could not curse himself enough for the lack of preparation all those seasons ago.Hadn't he always been taught that on the battlefield "Luck fa...vors the prepared"? In his former line of work wasn't any place a battlefield?How could he have let it all happen to the people he loved and was entrusted to protect? They trusted him, and he let them down. It had cost them their lives as he fled into the night. That thought still bothered him to this day.Well this time he would do a better job. It's about lunchtime, isn't it? Are you hungry?" You bet, Mom. Really hungry."Inside, I made a simple lunch of sandwiches from the leftover ham we'd had the night before.Bradley ate ravenously. "I'm still hungry, Mom."I got up to make him another sandwich. "Well, you're a growing boy," I said, slicing some more ham off the bone.Just then, I felt Bradley's hands on my shoulders. I stood completely still, and Bradley, who is taller than me now, turned me to face him. The look on his face shocked. "NO! NO, I don't want to!" He could see from afar as his sister struggledwith her prom date as he pushed her Into the door and it closed behindhim."He bolted as fast as he could to the door and when he reached it, it waslocked. He pulled hard and pounded on it. "TESSA!" His heart beat fastand he ran around the building looking for another way in. There was awindow leading into the basement and without a second thought he kickedhis foot out breaking the glass. He slid into the window badly. This helps hide the fact that most of the time he has no idea of what he is doing. With more brawns than sense and seeing his life as a big adventure that will land him plenty of riches and ladies, Bal is a naïve, if genuinely good and talented fighter.BAL DRANVERRACE: HumanCLASS: FighterLEVEL: 1ALIGNMENT: Neutral GoodSTATS --STRENGTH: 18DEXTERITY: 10CONSTITUTION: 18INTELLIGENCE: 14WISDOM: 12CHARISMA: 14PROFICIENCIES:Strength, ConstitutionHP: 14/14LUST: 0%SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: VirginAC: 19 (Plate.