‘You can’t just leave your army, Punio,’ Kaladin said, rubbing his forehead. ‘It’s called desertion.’ ‘Not for us,’ Lopen called. ‘We’re Herdazian – nobody can tell us apart anyway.’ ‘Yes,’ Punio said. ‘I leave for the homeland once a year. When I come back, nobody remembers me.’ He shrugged. ‘This time, I come here.’ Kaladin sighed, but the man looked like he knew his way around a spear, and Kaladin did need more men. ‘Fine. Just pretend you were one of the bridgemen from the start, all right?’ ‘Bridge Four!’ the man said enthusiastically.
