“I’m not a knight-errant. Errants are questing knights. I don’t. Didn’t.” He cleared his throat. Brenner’s eyebrows didn’t know whether to pull down in a scowl or go up in astonishment. The caterpillars did a complicated jig across his forehead instead. “I was a paladin, actually. A holy champion of the Dreaming God. I killed demons. No questing.”
