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It was not until the following day that the conversation continued. The royal brothers were standing on a stone balcony overlooking the castle’s training grounds watching men at arms practising their skills.
Kosar nodded down at a group of archers who were being put through their paces by Captain Sotrian. “That is the only good thing that has come out of my foray into the forest in search of Tarkyn. The skill of his followers has inspired my men to work on their own accuracy.”
Jarand raised his eyebrows in surprise, “I did not find these woodfolk particularly impressive. It was clever use of a sorcerer’s shield in the main that caused havoc with my men, not woodfolk. Not one of my men was killed, with the notable exception of my captain, of course. But that was my doing, not Tarkyn’s
