Marked by fate
“Age.”
“26, sir.”
“Pack rank and route.”
“Gamma, King’s tournament.”
Another nod, and this time a small smile. I’m not sure what’s making him so happy, unless it’s that these are all seasoned warriors who’ve proven themselves through the King’s tournament. I sigh inwardly. He’s going to hate me then.
He stands in front of Morgan now.
“Name.”
“Morgan Herrera, sir.”
“Age.”
“24, sir.”
“Pack rank and route.”