Redsand Canyon it's awfully groovy seeing all the treasure and the booty

val was young. the heaviness of war -- the finality of it -- was lost on him. following his new grandmaster, the boy didn't ponder things like why or what he'd be risking (everything). instead, he pondered his mothers -- would they like nyra? would they be happy with him running among warmongers?

like any boy, images of his mothers were held close to his heart when convenient, and kept away when thoughts became to heavy to hold. "you'd train me?" he asked, breathless with excitement.