I didn’t quite know how to feel about the way Erefiel and I addressed one another. Since the day we met, I looked up at him with adoration. The air about him, the respect he demanded. His reputation when it came to defending Greyhill made him an idol ever since I decided to join the army. Thus, when he took me into his regiment, no matter how short-lived that experience was, I felt incredibly fortunate. He was charming, forthcoming, and gregarious in all the right ways. But I didn’t want a friend, I wanted a leader, someone to look up to and strive towards.
