Lachmann thinks I’m a fool to want to start a university in Akra. Such an unstable place, he says. But in such turmoil, those are the cities where the good need places to land. For me, that was the army. The training, the schedules, the drills. I knew who I was, what I needed to be and what was expected. I can give that to others. Intelligent individuals who need their minds to be nurtured, not wasted and opened to the vultures – on battlefields, or on the cobbles of an alleyway.
Out of the dirt that is Akra, I will help those minds blossom.
In the meantime, I travel with an interesting bunch. A saint, a sinner, an anarchist, and an archer who I’m really not sure about.