Bearclaw Valley I roam these halls, search the night, in hopes that I might see

the lantern shifted in its socket. empty cup and flame in the other haunted aventus for a moment, banking down into an ember of approval. "evien says you're going to be all right. when you're healed, i want you to train with whoever i choose."
it went without saying that he and the jetstone queen would take up the bulk of whetting their children into honed hunters, killers of men and of beast. but neither he nor she were large in stature. aventus, therefore, must learn not to let his size be a disadvantage, and learn to pit it against those far more massive.
"learn to be ready for anything that might happen."