Redsand Canyon turn one misstep into bonemeal

Glaukos snorts. He doesn't bother listening beyond the boy's petulant response.

He is amused to have gotten under his skin so easily; it makes him feel powerful. If he can poke and prod and even slightly unmoor those around him with words, he could keep them at an arm's reach - and thus keep himself safe.

Kallik says something about usefulness and earns a deeper scoff from Glaukos. Great. Go be a meat shield for your master then. He sneers. I've already fought in one war. What've you done?

Top that, ass crack. Typical boys being boys, and all that. Measuring stick and all.