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Enkiel had concocted all sorts of brews to ease ailments, and while Ezekiel himself was capable of such things, he was glad for the jackal’s broader knowledge. He could bandage a wound, stitch a gash, or set a bone; when it came to plants, he had only the barest knowledge of what could harm and what could heal. Still, there were mixtures of dried things procured from his medic. They were wrapped in various leather pouches and hung about on the antlers of an impressive buck. It was one of these he grabbed at, though it was left by his side as he began piling twigs over the ash of a previous fire.
“Max isn’t a child anymore,” he admitted. “He’s learning how to hold his own.” There was slight pride in his voice; the boy had been his prodigy, and trained by the Aquila alone. One day he would rise to Hydra, given the chance. Thoughts of his circle caused a shadow to cross Ezekiel’s face; until now, he had not thought about Sage’s absence. It would become apparent soon, he realized. She had fled but who would look for her, knowing that the leaders often took long journeys, knowing her rank was one of an emissary?
He started the fire in silence, and looked to Aemon curiously. “Tell me, what did you do before you left Scintilla?”
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