“Sonya’s father?” My father scrunched his face in distaste when I told them. “Didn’t he die?”
Kyle shook his head. “Banished and presumed dead… killed by rogues.“
Kaleb was bouncing on the balls of his feet, twitchy at the prospect of a fight. He wasn’t made to wait and do debriefing with assignments. Kaleb has and always will be fighting in the frontlines. There were no discussions needed. “He’s in the village? Let’s go now. I’ll take him.”
“We shouldn’t underestimate him.” My father wisely advised. “If he was meant to die by the rogues and came out as their leader, we should all be cautious. This man is not to be taken lightly. He has fought in every war that there’s ever been in the last century.”
“He’s as old as grandfather.” I added, trying to imagine what this banished council me
