Malice (The Faithful and the Fallen, #1)

by John Gwynne

‘You’re not coming, cripple,’ Conall said. Gar glanced at him and said nothing, just continued strapping on the sword-belt. He loosened the blade in its scabbard. ‘Cripple, I’m talking to you,’ Conall said, louder, but Gar just walked over to stand beside Corban and Storm. Conall strode over and grabbed Gar’s shoulder roughly. ‘You’ll answer me when I speak to you–and you’ll not be coming with us,’ Conall repeated. ‘I think I will,’ said Gar. ‘You’ll slow us. Take the sword off and hobble back to Uthandun, with all the other women.’ Conall was visibly furious. ‘I’ll go where the lad goes,’ Gar said calmly and rolled his shoulders, his neck clicking. ‘You’ll slow us,’ Conall repeated, stepping closer to Gar, almost nose to nose. ‘No need to slow your pace for me,’ Gar said. ‘If I fall behind, I fall behind.’

Sounds like Conall and his brother serve Asroth and know something about Gar