“Nobody knows anything,” Kaladin said. “Because they don’t want to know. People like me scare them.” “Don’t include yourself in that group, son,” Lirin said, adjusting his spectacles as he held up a medical chart written in glyphs. His father read glyphs far better than Kaladin had ever known. Lirin used them like a stormwarden. “Why shouldn’t I?” Kaladin asked, stacking blocks again. “You’re not…” Lirin lowered the chart.
