Tarkin shifted in his chair. He'd been avoiding any more than allusions to the Carrion--it was a personal matter, something they mostly kept in the family. But with the amount of information Sirejj already had, he supposed he had to talk. Perhaps it would help make things clearer.
"The Carrion refers to the Carrion Plateau," he said after a long silence. "It's a swath of land my family has owned for generations. When a male in the family reaches eleven years of age, he's sent to the Carrion to complete an initiation. Every summer until the age of sixteen, he's tasked with surviving the physical and mental trials of nature." He was quiet again, lost in thought. He remembered his own time there well; it was the whole reason he'd become the man he was today. "My grand-uncle oversaw my trials. We both oversaw Garoche's. Thalassa insisted on my presence; she didn't trust Jova not to leave him for dead if he failed." He glanced at the door. "She knows what happened to Gideon. I suppose she was right; Garoche didn't take to it at all. He was too delicate for that kind of living."
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