“I don’t know why any of you think this is your lucky day,” he yelled back as he turned around. He shattered the arrow in his fist. “It’s really not. Not when my cloak has been ruined. And I really liked it. It was warm, and now it has godsdamn holes in it. How will that keep me warm?” Something about him being more upset about his ruined cloak than he was about having multiple holes in his body had a strange, calming effect on me.
