As we made our way to the hills, Sage walked beside me and Jane.

“Have you been practicing with your implement?” she asked.

“I’ve been a little occupied,” I answered, stating the obvious. “But if stabbing Grayson with it counts, then yes..”

“Ah, a smart idea,” she nodded. “And his wound, did it heal?”

“No, it is what finally slowed him down,” I noted.

“Then yes it counts,” she smiled. “That means ...