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"As will I, princeling," she responded with a grin of her own. "I'm thinking a mountain that I've seen in the west, far from here. We can train you to be its assassin, or whatever you wish to be." Although at first she had found the child Ira to be a massive pain in the ass, as he aged, she found herself appreciating him more and more. She let him go wild with his attitude and his disrespect, if only because it amused her, and because she suspected he would do great things one day. The boy had redeeming qualities that he showed to very few people, one of those being an extraordinary sense of loyalty to those he considered significant. There was little question what he would do, but she was still pleasantly surprised when he seemed on board. "I myself must become acquainted with it, and am planning to spend a few days there soon in preparation."

He went on to mention a curse, which prompted a turn of her head in his direction and a furrowing of brows. She took this in a very literal sense, having been born in a pack of wolves who believed in such things as curses, spirits, incantations, and blood magic. "Who has cursed you, Ira? How can it be undone?" Maybe he would give her a weird look and say, "what the fuck, I was joking," but the Kesuk knew that curses were no joke. She didn't realize he was referring to the bad luck that seemed to befall everyone that got near him.