“Who’s Enosaa?” Nahan asked, treading a bit closer in his curiosity. “Another Paladin?”
Khroma stilled, for a moment, before he smiled. “Yeah, an old friend of mine. You’d never want him as an enemy, I can promise you that much.”
They had grown up together as orphans in the temple, constantly getting into mischief and trying to weasel their way out of it. Khroma had once thought they would grow old together, too, but they’d proven to work better as friends and companions rather than bedpartners, and Khroma had figured they would both be serving at the temple for the rest of their lives anyway.
It seemed like they didn’t have a chance for that to happen either.
“Khroma?”
The Paladin blinked, bringing himself back to the present. “I’m sorry, what? I was…a bit distracted there, for a mom
