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Eliphas wasn’t a stranger to an apprenticeship, he had originally planned to learn the druidic way from his father. Their training had only gotten started when Eliphas left his parents and journeyed out to find his extended family. He hadn’t found anything yet, and already wondered if the Klein name still lived on beyond himself. He let the thoughts dissipate as Zola confessed her year of age. Like himself. He nodded softly as she poked at the fire and continued with her answer.

She would fail her quest, in their culture it seemed that women were shamed against taking a warrior’s path. Eliphas found the thought ridiculous, he wouldn’t make a good warrior just because he was a male. ”Well, you’re a thousand times the warrior that I could ever be.” He offered the compliment, he already respected her and was a bit in awe at her raw power. He leaned a little more heavily against her. ”I can’t imagine any of your men being more brave than you were against the bear.” He told her encouragingly, his eyes shyly avoiding hers by gazing at the flames in front of them.