Kaladin looked back over the people, and felt the wind blow across him—something he couldn’t remember feeling since they’d arrived at the camp. It whispered to him. We need you. “I … I believe you,” he whispered back. “There’s something for me here. Not as important as the battle my friends fight in, but still relevant.” No, not as important, the Wind said. More important. Far, far more important … “Kaladin?” Szeth asked. “What are you saying?” “I’m talking to the Wind, Szeth. She wants me here. Which is the next monastery?” “Willshaper,” he said, pointing into the distance. “Shall we begin?”
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