Extraits

"Looked who's returned !" Kaleo said. "It's the blessed one."

Tobias's comrades sat in their usual circle, and a head perked up from within the group; he expected it to be Flynn, but instead Orion stood and headed his way.

"Tobias." He squeezed his shoulder, guiding him towards the others. "Back from your reward, eh? How was it ?"

"Fine." Tobias paused, rethinking his words. "Good. Lovely. What's with the... hole... ?"

Raphael let out a huff. "Don't ask."

Tobias pointed at Zander's bloodied shoulders. "And the scratches ?"

"Don't ask." Zander mumbled.

"And there is a wooden stake sticking out of Bjorne's back ?"

"Don't-"

"Ask ?"

Orion nodded. "Exactly."

"Wait..." Flynn furrowed his brow. "You don't know how to fight?"

"Of course not. I'm an artist. Why would I know how to fight?"

"Your tutors never covered the art of swordplay?" Leila said.

"Tutors?" Tobias's gaze darted between the two. "I live in a village."

"I don't follow." Flynn turned to Leila. "Do you follow?"

"Not really. I've never been to a village."

"I had no tutors." Tobias enunciated his words. "I live in a village. My entire home is smaller than the santuary."

Flynn's eyes widened. "Seriously?"