‘Got him,’ he declared, leading the horse towards them. It was a beautiful black thoroughbred, with kind, golden eyes; a fitting match for the young warrior. ‘Took you long enough,’ Malik snorted. ‘Please,’ Wilder scoffed. ‘Torj told me it took you two days.’ Malik nearly choked on his liquor. ‘That pretty boy has barely wet his blade. What would he know?’ Wilder shrugged. ‘Enough, apparently.’ Talemir observed this exchange with amusement. He loved watching the siblings of Thezmarr interact, for no matter how old they were, they always reverted to their childhood habits.
