Nathaniel grinds his teeth. Is this really their rightful Warden-Commander? This child? This is what he's given to work with when trying to save the world and the Wardens both? It doesn't take long before he can no longer bear it.

"I knew him longer than you," Nathaniel hisses. "His father was at my father's wedding. My sister was going to marry him. I used to watch him and Thomas playing together as boys. Stuff your baggage, Alistair. We have to decide whether to officially give him up for dead."