"I'd much rather have a quiet life than ever pick up a sword again," Jon said, sighing a bit. "It's just that in my world, swords tend to be more important than words. Words don't hold a lot of weight and things often come to war."

There was a great war coming and he'd been on the precipice of it before coming to this place. He had no idea of the outcome - everyone had come here from before him. What he wouldn't give for someone from the future.

"I'm good at it but I don't want to be."