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Jajul looks up from his book.

"Oh, I don't mind. I read my book to pass the time. It's a good read, although a bit lengthy. Borca suggested it to me, though I never could imagine Borca doing anything other than spanking metal against metal. Is there anyone important to you back at your hometown?"

Lynton

Raelan, having eavesdropped on Caed and Roy's conversation, enters Roy's room with yet another grin on his face.

"Training? I know just the place. I trained there myself, about eight years back. Unless, of course, you consider a mountain as an owner of a bunch of rocks."

Lynton
"Good."
Roy pauses for a moment and then stands up.
"I believe we haven't been fully acquainted. I told you my name, and so who are you?"

Lynton

"Vingar Raelan."

Raelan looks at Roy for a few seconds, his eyes showing curiosity.

"So, what's up with that magic of yours? That's quite a rare ability."

Lynton
"Well, I don't think Caed gave them to me for no reason."
Catching what he just said
Uh-oh. Caed didn't tell him about his true identity did he?
"Err- taught me, that is."

Lynton

Raelan pauses for several seconds, staring into Roy's eyes.

"Taught you. Right. Anyways, you can tell your friend I've got a place for you to... train. I'll be in my room."

Raelan turns and quickly walks back to his room, pondering.

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Annody sits next to Jajul.

"My hometown is Saxum, so there are plenty, too many even, important people back home. As for something more emotional, I've got a daughter that my brother is looking after for me. Her name is Anelyn."

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"I was an only child. I bet it would be a chore to have a younger sibling, or a pain to have an older one. I don't know if I ever want kids, but I've heard good things. How old is your daughter?"

Lynton
Roy goes to Caed's room, and closes the door behind him.
"Raelan said he has a place to train for us. Somewhere in the mountains."

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Annody hesitates slightly before speaking.

"She's seven, turning eight in a couple of months."

Lynton

Caed, brooding over maps laid out on a small wood desk next to his bed, turns in his chair to look at Roy.

"And you think we can trust him?"