Rhychard sat cross-legged on his Thinking Rock, facing out at Manatee Creek, the Guardian Sword across his lap. The evening sun caressed his face, the wind off the creek tugging the loose strands of his long, dark hair. He sat with his eyes closed, concentrating on his breathing as he prepared himself to merge with the sword once more.
After the Brintohar, Rhychard spent a few days with Kendalais teaching Rhychard to reach into the sword to communicate with the other Warriors. As he envisioned the other twelve, they took turns sharing their stories and advice, teaching him the histories of the Warriors of the Way as well as the Land Under. Most of it was generic in scope but had given him a broad perspective. Sadly, since the battle of Feather Lakes, Rhychard had not had a chance to conve
