“What do the initials mean? On your staff. Do all Silent Brothers have them?” They looked together at the staff. The letters were worn by time and Zachariah’s own flesh, but they had been struck deep into the wood in the precise places where Zachariah would put his hands on them when he fought. So, in a way, they would always be fighting together. The letters were W and H. No, said Brother Zachariah. I am the only one. I carved them into the staff on my first night in the City of Bones.
