Master Ferus knows some things most of us don’t, I daresay. There is ample reason to hope.” The warriorborn frowned. “I’m not sure how comforting that is, sir. Master Ferus is . . . I do not wish to sound disrespectful, but the man is . . .” “One grip shy of a steering column?” Grimm suggested. “Ten degrees short of a compass? Aviating without goggles?” Sorellin’s expression flickered through surprise and amusement before he schooled it to neutrality again. “A bit eccentric, sir.”
