Nyiim offered a small nod in return. This man had offered more than he might realize. His only fear seemed to be the witu, and the younger man could only imagine that they were the cause of some of his mentor's scars.

... he was a mentor, wasn't he? He might not know it, but Nyiim grandly looked up to this man. When he returned home, he would have to butcher his aldabuck and return to his platform, but the next day would see some exploration. He needed an advisor, someone to help him. Was he a man meant to build until the day he died, or was there enough in him to wield a weapon? perhaps even a bow...

The sound of dragging heralded Nyiim's retreat, Bosede at his heels. His pocket wiggled petulantly.