"We'll talk about that later." Jagg replied flatly.
"now, when I was a young lad, I decided to join the war. I was young and without much common sense to comprehend the dangers of combat. after several years of strange, out of the mind misadventures, I believe that if I knew that all of what i am to tell you i would have fainted at the stand.

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"You were in the Dessert Wars?" To'mec said astonished.
"well seeing that your now know my secret I may as well tell my story."
"that must mean you're..." Moiraine said.
"86 years old." Jagg finished. "and still jumpin'."
"that means you survived three plagues." To'mec added.

When they got inside the house, Jagg went over to a small pile of things after he took off his packs and dug out a small oil lamp and lit it with a small dancing flame that shed light on the interior of the house.
"I'm sorry," Jagg said. "but this small lamp is all I have to light the house."
"I doesn't matter Jagg." Moiraine assured him, sitting down. "just to guests is an honor enough."
"I myself," To'mec began. "truly don't feel like eating so early in the afternoon. I'm just so egar to here the story of your life."
"Well, fighting in the Dessert Wars isn't what I though it was."