Fairspell Meadow this world is too much noise

The witch is your mother? 

Something like that, yeah. 

What was a mother really? Qiao had taken care of him. She had also attempted to sacrifice him, but that had long since been forgotten by the yearling. When he had survived the attempt, she had taken him and made him into something better. It had been the only true structure he had ever known. She was the only one he trusted. 

You’ve got the look for it. I’ve heard the Mazoi are strong. Whatever you have biting at your heels would have a challenge getting through. That was the least of it. Akashingo had made a name for itself. Causing trouble for one of their esteemed fighters would mean war, would it not? It had to be tempting enough to lure the stoneform into the mesa.