"Have I done anything dangerous? Is water wet?" Alexander settled back, more than happy to tell another tale. It wasn't often he really got to; most of his friends were there when these events unfolded or had gone through similar themselves. Even if they hadn't, telling stories with other soldiers was different from telling it to someone like, say, Tanith. There was a sense of wonder and excitement in the girl that there just wasn't in people who had been through it.
And true, it was wholly inappropriate to tell these to a girl, and in a church, but...well, how much could it hurt? Her excitement was contagious.
"Some buddies and I, we hunted a terrible creature once, near Uthlyn. It was a spelled wood and the creature was troubling a village for a good year by the time we were able to do something about it. See this here?"
Alexander pointed out an old scar on his forearm, faded with time but still standing out white against his skin. It was uneven and jagged. "That's where it got me. Got me with its claws before my friend took its head. It was a close call. It knocked me down and I thought I was done."