The apprentice removed Lorn’s boot and began the effortful task of peeling back his leather pants. He paused when he reached the thick, white band of scars around Lorn’s ankle. The apprentice looked up at Lorn, a question in his eyes. “Shackles are heavy,” was all Lorn said. Gahil looked up from the bandages and stared at the old scars. For a brief second, the old healer looked immensely sad.
