“Don’t tell anyone about the Fae. Don’t talk to Carrion about the Fae. Don’t tell anyone about any magic users I came across. Things like that.” “And who made you promise to observe these rules?” “My father,” he said. “And his father made him promise. I’m a forge master, warrior. The son of forge masters. The Swift family wasn’t the only bloodline that was charged with a task they handed down through the generations. Gracia and her lot watched over the boy. Me and mine were given a different job to do.”
