‘We’ve told him stories about you his whole life,’ Talemir explained. ‘He’s always known who you are.’ With a huff of amusement, Wilder studied the drawing. ‘What sort of stories have you been telling him? He seems to think very… highly… of me.’ Thea leant across and followed his gaze to the enormous appendage attached to Wilder’s supposed likeness. Behind them, Talemir barked a laugh. ‘That’s your sword.’ Thea gave Wilder a wink. ‘I’ll say.’
