Wolf asked as Logan entered their room. Smiling, Logan threw down his pack and flopped onto his bed. “Training with Aiden,” he said, laughing. “Who?” Sighing, he replied, “Newbie.” “Oh! How was he?” Wolf sat up, interested. Turning onto his side, Logan held his head up on his hand and looked at Wolf. “He wasn’t too bad, but he wasn’t very good either. His talents are raw, and clearly untrained,” he replied, replaying the last hour in his head. “Surprising. Why is he in the King’s army then?” Wolf said, voicing what they were both clearly thinking. “I’m not sure,” Logan answered honestly. “I was suspicious as well, but who are we to question the Captain’s decisions? I gave him a nice black eye, though. He snickered. Wolf laughed. “You should have seen him,” he cackled. “He was flailing all over the place—no control at all. He’ll get better, though. I can tell.” “The Captain doesn’t normally take in boys that need that much work. You don’t think he brought him here for Elisa, do you?”
