"A healer!! That is something weaklings do. We are Centurians," Chadwick shouted. The coachman heard the ruckus and peered through the curtains. Hamilton glared and he turned awkwardly.
"Stop it, brother. Let him speak," Marigold pulled on Chadwick.
"Even if he wants to be one, he needs to have Bran's blessing," Hamilton said with his arms crossed.
Christopher looked around the group. He saw the sharp eyes of Chadwick and Hamiton and felt a lump in his throat. "It's... It's just a thought," his eyes looked away.
"Well, you should throw that idea away because it's not something we should do," Chadwick said.
After three days of travel, they got back to the capital town. In the room where they started, the red-haired man sat across them. "The hawks have brought news about your success, good work," he smiled.
"Now, to take back your trainee badges..." he looked at the three. They took them from their pouches and placed them on the table. The man leaned forward and took them.
