“What you staring at?” said Nightbolt, glancing at me. “You look like you’ve never seen an old man before.”
“It’s not that,” I said. “It’s just … you’re a bit different from what I was expecting, that’s all.”
Nightbolt chuckled. “That’s what everyone says when they first see me, sonny. I’m not offended. All of the latest pictures of me available are from twenty, thirty years ago, back when I was much younger than I am now. I’ve changed quite a bit since then, but my memory is as sharp as ever.” Nightbolt tapped the side of his head. “Everything you need to know is still right here in the old noggin. Don’t you worry about that.”
I nodded, but deep down, I was skeptical that Nightbolt would be able to teach me anything. He looked so old and fragile that I was worried he might fall over an
