Tad laughed. “After seeing Father in action, I can’t say I mind being the son of the Black Gryphon anymore. And now he has fought beside me, and he knows there is more to me than obstacle courses and fatherly pride. Word will get around, and then he will have to cope with being referred to as ‘the father of that brave Silver.’ I guess that’s justice.”
Keeth grinned and leaned against his brother. “That should give us all some rest and freedom.”
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