A While Yet

Rastaban stared at her. “How old are you?”

“Older than I look.” Shanka seemed uncaring of his shock. “Which way?”

Old Master patted down his pack, drew out a folded piece of hide. “I have a map.”

“What did your colourless friend say?” Shanka leaned over to check the map.

“It’ll be a while yet before the next one comes along,” Old Master said. “We have time to get this one all trained up and ready to help with the cause.”

Rastaban threw his hands up. “Wait just a moment - train me? What cause? I’m a soldier and a general.”