Garrick brought the bent shield.
He put it beside the new one on the training-yard bench and watched Iven look at it.
“Still keep it?”
“Cost me enough,” the champion said.
“I thought the proctor bought your equipment.”
“He buys the first version. I get attached to the mistakes.”
The old dent remained deep and clean. Iven remembered making it on the morning he learned hammer ram, when Garrick had been the first moving person to test whether that power belonged to him.
It had belonged to him.
