Redsand Canyon Gently, Gently walk among us

If Kallik were the laughing kind, he would have done so in response to the other man's words. Not good lessons yet, anyway, he added. When they were old enough, they would be soldiers, though he chose not to really think about the dying part. 

Reyson asked about the names. He couldn't have known his family was a sore spot for him. Kallik kept the spike of sorrow in his chest from leaking to his face; it remained smooth and calm as always—his mask of ice. Yes, he answered after a few moments. They are from my family's native language from the north. It was all he would likely offer on it. 

When they are older, maybe you can help them train? he suggested, changing the subject.