Pale had always trained with his life on the line.
When he was young, he thought training was just a game-- something kids just do.
But Pale had met... *normal* children on his travels.
They weren't expected to fight Ganns in single combat. Their idea of fun wasn't to climb sheer cliffs with their bare hands. They didn't spend suns and weeks training their eyes to follow crossbow bolts or memorizing Elminster's Standards.
Back then, Pale *asked* for training. He wanted it, desperately.
He wanted to be like his friends and peers-- Lone, Tycon, Dragan, Lulu, Wroe...
He wanted to grow strong enough to find his father...
But if he looked back at everything in hindsight... it kinda seemed like Tycon and the other Sol Invictus members were... actively trying to kill him?
He never felt the fear of death, those suns... which made the terror he was currently feeling even scarier and more confusing.
