Evander made note of the temperament of the squire versus her mentor. How his brother landed a such an even-tempered young lady, he did not know. But what criticisms he had of the Fighters Guild, he kept to himself.
“How’s my brother as a mentor?” Out the corner of his eye, the cashier busied herself with his order. “Not sending you here for his snacks, is he?” the judge asked with a soft chuckle.