Chapter 12

“I think everyone has a talent. I think we are born with one gift or another, a pleasurable pastime to immerse ourselves in. A thing that brings us joy, an escape from the drudgery of the everyday.” He looked at Jahl and winked. “I wonder where your talents lie.”

Jahl didn’t dare move or speak. It wasn’t entirely because he didn’t want to further annoy Brocknor. It was more that, even though he understood most of Brocknor’s words, he barely understood the concept. In fact, he found the best way to pass the time while posing like a dead tree that had been struck by lightning was to lose himself in thoughts of his jungle home.