Chapter 12: Restless Night

Koray waited until Sorin was asleep before he slowly sat up. He pushed back the long, messy strands of his hair, wishing he hadn't lost the thong he used to tie it back.

It was too dark to see much of anything, but Koray scarcely needed light to see Sorin's face; it was a face engraved in his memory, from the very first time he had seen the handsome, noble, much adored young high paladin.

That moment had been roughly ten years ago, when Koray was … by his best guess seventeen, but he could be off a few years in either direction. Not very old, at any rate, and still training as a necromancer. Sorin could not have been much older, though he'd been old enough to be a full paladin. He'd not yet become High Paladin then, but Koray remembered overhearing whispers that he was marked for it.