Please. A blessing, Commander? Only… only if you see fit to, of course,” he stammered. “I’m sorry.” Kingfisher placed a hand on the warrior’s shoulder. “You have me mistaken for someone else.” The blond warrior donned a rueful smile. “My cousin fought with you and your wolves at Ajun-Sky. The way he described you…” He shook his head apologetically. “You’re the Fisher King. You can’t be anyone else.”
Oh so he’s revered 👀
