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Vol.7, Ch.6, P.7

“…A fearsome one you are,” spoke Björn. “Between blaze, blast, and battle, you ought be long broken by now. But here you are: a wolf unwavering.”

For a moment, I mistrusted my ears. Yet no complaint from the captain that was, but rather an honest compliment.

“…You honour me,” I replied. The curmudgeon scoffed as usual. “But likewise, Björn: to measure blades with you is worth bearing all the wounds in the world.”

Being his junior by many a year, it would’ve been blithe of me to grumble instead about my bruises. For this day had dealt old Björn, too, his own fair share. Nevertheless, there he was: hoary and heavy with the hurts I’d wrought, and yet enduring like a bear unbending.

“Passing orgulous for a greenhorn!” he shouted asudden. And returning regard with