He stared out at the rising sun. More was the pity. Few warriors – real warriors – existed anymore. This was a world of assassins and soldiers – people who killed in the dark or in formation. In his mind powder mages were the last true warriors and even they preferred to use their sorcery to kill at a distance. He briefly imagined Lady Flint dueling one of these fabled warriors, and it brought a smile to his face. That would be a fight to see!
