The one left

War doesn't decide who is right, only who is left
'Why are you so sad?'
'Long story...'
'Come on... tell me everything...'
'Ah... okay. You know I went fighting to the surface again...
Fighting the wood elves turned to a daily routine for us. I was more than glad to serve under Vayshan's command. He is so talented and skilled when it comes to leading us, Assassins...
The orders were simple: not get killed, take as many captives as possible and no surrender. But this time, we had more troops. Together with us, Assassins, the Blood Furies came. Blood Furies, the dancing warriors. And a good way to keep our morale up, if you know what I mean.
Many of us had certain girls chosen. We were mated pairs, even though it could easily change. But we spent time mostly in these pairs.
You know my girl already. Or rather... you knew her...
Well, I'll get to the point. Bring me more beer. There was a battle. Yes, I know. There is a battle every day. But... we were heavily outnumbered. And by heavily, I mean four times. It was Anwen leading them. And my girl... she got injured just before Vayshan ordered to retreat. We couldn't take the injured with us, you see? Oh Malassa... sob... She was left there, left for dead... of course I avenged her, but... sob...'
'...here's your beer.'