I sat upon the hill that overlooked the pond with Dyguleon next to me. Roe took his seat on the other side of the blind mutt.

“In a few years we can try out for the military,” Roe said as he glanced off into the distance. The shadow of the kingdom’s capitol broke the horizon, looming at all of the villages and homes within its dominion.

“Naw, they’d never take us,” I said.

“Surely they will,” Roe said with more than a hint of enthusiasm. “Most of the Knights of Tarlea are commoners. And we can be right there with them, fighting thieves and Beastmen! All we need to do is prove ourselves. It’s where we belong.”

“We are where we belong.”