“Did we ruin it for him?” I asked.
“No.” Bruni rolled her eyes. “He realized that he wanted candidates before they were indoctrinated into military bravado. Now he looks at new applicants, but mostly just finds recruits from anywhere in Farrawan.”
before“And Ar-a-mad, apparently,” I said.
“I was already in Farrawan for schooling. I was at the Scribery,” Faffa replied.
“You were going to be a scribe?” I couldn’t hide the shock in my voice. Even Bruni looked surprised.
“It didn’t take.” Faffa gave a wicked grin. Scribes were known to be sedate, long-winded, tidy and quiet, everything Faffa was not. I couldn’t imagine the lively young boy as a scribe, silently jotting down other people’s words without judgement. And probably knocking over the inkwells with his elbows, too.
“I think this
