Tavin walked the long path back to Varenwald at a steady, but slow pace. The wind had finally picked up, bringing in clouds from the south. As he walked, he flexed his right hand open and closed a few times, ruminating on the brief interaction he had had with the pale, rogue Bloodsold. The exchange had been brief, and he had been careful not to draw too much blood, but the flames had come out so much easier and burned so much brighter than before. What’s more, he barely felt tired after it.
Could he really have improved so much from just one fight? Or did Hanari do something else to him when they spoke without him knowing? He didn’t know, but if he had gained more power, he would use it. It was only a matter of time until Baelon or his followers showed up again, and he vowed to himself that he would keep Varenwald safe, even if it cost him his life. He would show them his worth in a meaningful way—he would become a hero.