I eye the boy up and down. I’ve known him his whole life. How many times had Hael strapped her infant brother to her back, carting him around with her as she, Sul, and I went on our childhood adventures? Later, he’d trailed after us on fat legs and tiny feet, demanding to be included. He’s now a gangly lad, nearly full grown. Inexperienced, sure, but there’s only one known remedy for that.
