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Akhtar gave a warm laugh at that.

Oh, when I was a child, I believed Izad would beat me even when I did not need it! He confessed with a smile to his apprentice, before brown eyes traveled to the wall itself.

I, however, look upon it with a bit of distaste. The beating, that is. I understand it, but I do not believe I could ever do it myself. Akhtar had never been a fighting man.