One shirt is what slows us down while on our way to finally purchasing our tickets. One shirt that Raiko pants and struggles to carry while keeping up with me and Hadrian.
“Good grief, child,” Hadrian spits, “why would you choose to encumber yourself with armor you can’t carry!”
“Leave him alone,” I say to Hadrian, and he sneers back.
“You shouldn’t be enabling his stupidity! Why I—”
“Good evening, gentlemen.”
The three of us turn to see Grandmaster Jia, who smiles as if he’s mocking us for arguing once again.
I’m the first to bow, and the others follow after me. Grandmaster Jia bows in return, then he says, “I’d thought that young Silo would be with you. I’m sorry to bother you gentlemen, but would any of you know where I can find him? The next flight to Gi-Io leaves in twenty minut
