That can’t be. “My robes?” Garramon nodded slowly, his mouth spreading into a subdued grin of pride. “I…” Rist didn’t know what to say. Those robes were the first real step. They were the first tangible thing bringing him into the Circle. He was now an apprentice. “But why? I have only been here a matter of weeks.” “With war on the horizon, we do not have the time that we would usually give to new initiates. Needs must.” Garramon said, rising
