(we did it again xD @GrandWild)
"I mean... I don't know what you asked of him, but he's a tough kid. I'm sure he can take it... I'm kind of surprised he and I haven't had a run-in, yet." Zander knocked on the wood leg of his seat.
He was silent for a moment, thinking about Pratik. What he wouldn't give to have been that good at Pratik's age. Zander also had a reputation, but he hadn't figured out what he was doing with his life until he was nearing thirty -- and Pratik was, what, Twenty? Twenty-two? He wasn't sure, but Pratik was young all the same.
"Heh... the only meaningful time we've spent together we were actually on the same side." He finally looked up, realizing his gaze had drifted off as he was thinking. "He's a good kid. Had the idea for the two of us to take on a whole band of slavers by ourselves." Zander rubbed his abdomen. It'd left him with quite a nasty wound that'd turned into the scar Ky described. "It was a horrible idea. But you live and you learn. And it made me respect him, regardless."
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