“The name of Gaian’s love has been lost, but they say he was a thief, a vagabond that moved from town to town to avoid scornful looks from those who thought darklings unclean. One tale says that he met Gaian by stealing the lord’s purse. Gaian was dressed as a commoner to be among his people, so the thief didn’t know who he was stealing from, but Gaian was quick to realize and used a spell to call his purse back.”
“And he didn’t have the thief’s hands?” Dante asked.
“He was a good and merciful lord originally, remember? He believed that if their birthrights had been reversed, they might have turned out very much like each other. Is that what you wanted to know, Zen?”
“Uh…yes, thank you. I was only curious.”
Zen had always had a penchant for stealing, though he’d tried to do so only for
