The Sentinel nodded, confirming his name as the youth uttered it. The hunter braved his hands on his hips and sucked his teeth. ”Other than practicing your magic, what’s a guy like you up to these days? Hunt much?” He only had a vague inclination of the boys family, even with the name given he wasn’t able to pinpoint them down in his mind.
Noah Olson cold in the violence after the war hope is a fire to keep us warm |
