Now it was Andromeda who wore the confused look.
“So you’re a knife thrower?” Michael asked Erro, staring at the younger boy a little harder than was necessary for such a casual question.
“Yes,” said Erro, his voice muffled by stew.
“Who taught you?” said Andrew.
“I taught myself,” said Erro. “It’s a lot more practical than a bow and arrow. For me at least. I don’t have the money for buying arrows all the time, and...
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