“I fletch arrows, as hunters feast on game. I sharpen blades as the rangers trades the secrets of the wilds, of topography and the enemy’s movements. I brew poison as the assassins discuss their cleanest kills with grim smiles. Why do I toil away, you ask, serving the brave brothers and deadly sisters of the lodge, not to mention their pets? Because one day, one day soon, I will be one of them.” —Locke Thorne, Scout