I watched the last group of mages land in the clearing.
Master Pilak sat beside me, looking more like a fourteen-year-old boy than an eleven-year-old one.
"You're growing sir."
"I'm trying to get to twenty-one. Too many people try to order me around when I'm a child."
"Yes sir." I watched as the mages summoned three large bunkhouses. And file in with their belongings.
One of them spotted Master Pilak and me and walked towards us.
He looked familiar.
"Master Pilak! How was your flight?"
"Who is he?" I whispered softly.
"Aerith! Good to see you, my group got caught up in a storm over Dowan, but we managed to get through alright. How was yours?"
"Much the same. Eager to get into action though. There hasn't been a landbreaker in a century or so, so I'm excited to see what it can do."
"Don't underestimate it, lad." Master Pilak warned. "The old Empire was brought to its knees by fourteen landbreakers, and they didn't just have mages. They had sorcerors."
