“Elyara, give me patience. I’m going to string him up by his ankles.” “He finds light in the darkest of places,” Therin said, his expression sombre as he looked at Dann, who had turned back to carving the wood. “It’s a special quality. He jokes and he laughs, but he’s lost, Aeson. He’s seen no more than twenty summers. He’s thousands of miles from his home, and those closest to him are beyond his saving. Give him a break. He’s trying.”
