Rastaban eyed Old Master and Shanka speculatively.
“So...basically, I can’t die, and you want me to come with you and do...what?”
“I shall teach you as I taught her.” Old Master nodded at Shanka. “You will learn warfare and subterfuge, politics and languages, things you’ve never learned before.”
“I already understand warfare,” Rastaban said.
Shanka’s smile was dangerously serene. “Your sense of war changes when you take into account the fact that you cannot die.”
“Why would you teach me these things and trust that I won’t kill you once you finish?” Rastaban crossed his arms and smirked.
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