Moonspear and at the time i didn’t know just how hard the wind could blow

Arcturus would find Dragomir on a low ridge, staring blankly out at the sprawling foothills and the lake where Vercingetorix had died. This was where he'd kept vigil since returning to Moonspear. He would've been happy to stay there until his guilt and his loathing and his grief rotted him from the inside out, but now it was up to him to make good on his father's promise that they would earn their keep.

So when training came up, Dragomir attended, albeit with a far-off look in his eyes and the liveliness of a wooden puppet. He followed silently, bringing up the rear of whatever group was gathered, until they reached the rocky track where their leader picked up speed.

Dragomir struggled to keep up then. His legs were still not strong enough for this kind of climb at this speed. It wasn't long before he started to fall behind, and seeing as Dragomir didn't know Arcturus or whether he would stop and wait for him or leave him to struggle alone, he began to despair. Shame burned hot tears into his eyes as he fought his aching, weak body for every laboured step up the unsteady trail.