Redwing jumped on the statement. “You’re a chief’s son, aren’t you?” At Toryn’s flush of anger, Redwing smiled and tossed his head back slightly. “I knew it! This is better than I’d hoped! Can’t you see, Toryn? You can speak to your own family, first. If they believe, your father could—”
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They descended from the mountains over the next few days, not willing to contend with the capricious weather in the higher altitudes. They spoke no further of Brydon’s ambition, or of Toryn’s semi-captive status. Toryn no longer seemed quite so resentful, even though he still asked for a weapon each day and Brydon continued to refuse.
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