Benton wept in solitude.
The memories that Benton had associated with the camp were bitter in every way. The newbie camp that was supposed to be a symbol of peace had a darker history than one might think.
When his master had died he had considered this place her legacy but as time went by and his horizons opened up accustoming him to the true value of the newbie camp, his thoughts began to change.
He began to believe that he had lost his 'important as mother' person for a stupid cause. His master was fooled!
None had come out of the newbies to be considered a noteworthy powerhouse throughout the eight grilling years. At least Benton had never heard of any one of such standing. They couldn't even match up to the weak second gens of the small guilds!
