File:38dummycarts1.jpg Click click click Grey Wolf waited above the south gate for it to grow dark, listening for the other Solars in the distance. His Immaculate teachers had gone to great lengths to discipline out of him his habit of fidgeting whenever he was thinking, and for the most part they had been successful, but now and then he found it helped to do something with his fingers when he needed to focus. and so he stood there, hands folded in front of them, one on the chamber of his revolver, clicking it back and forth. With a steady sound, the same three shells moved past the barrel and then back, the spinner gently rolling back and forth. Click click click Firebrand was the biggest problem by far. The others had their issues -- sins and vices Grey Wolf had glimpsed or yet to dis