Astennu
Our father's dour expression hadn't let up since we set foot in the training centre yard, his hands clasped tightly behind his back and surveying over the warriors assembling. During winter, we would hold sessions both outside and in. It wasn't as though a threat would come exclusively on a balmy day with perfect wind conditions. So we tried to train in as many weather conditions as possible.
Aside from saying good morning with a curt nod, he hadn't said another word. We had had our share of disagreements in the past, but he hadn't been this bull-headed over his stance before. I understood he held his prejudices over rogues because of what had happened to my mother; I understood, but I didn't agree, not by a long shot. It all came down to reputation again with him; he didn't want
