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Traka was always an old miser. Even at the age of thirteen, when he should have been chasing girls and reading things to make him more stupid, he longed for the peaceful life. A living boat appealed to him, mostly. 
 
 Though they were far too expensive for a mere soldier's son, he ogled them while they rested, suspended on great Skyhooks dug into the side of the Mooring Cliffs, sleeping, waiting. A knock on the side of his head brought reality tidally back. 
 
 `` Focus, boy!'' 
 
 He hated practicing with swords. He longed for something less, but instead, it seemed, he was destined for heroism. His father eyed him suspiciously, as though Traka was hiding his true hero nature and would attack at any moment. 
 
 `` Give me your best!'' 
 
 Traka lifted his sword. It looked to be a long winter.
