They headed west.
"Layla?" Kayi asked when they stopped to rest, "you used to know Starkin?"
Layla looked up from where the Assassin was polishing the fancy blade. "I'll tell you about the young Starkin if you tell me about the old Starkin first."
Kayi sat down beside her. "Well, he's my bodyguard. I'm Lady Morgana's daughter, and I can't tell you how many times he's saved my life. We all have our own bodyguards, and Starkin has a grudge against my sister's."
Layla's ears were wrinkled and drooping from age. There was a small cataract in one eye, and the battle scars were there instead of wrinkles. "I mean about him personally."
Kayi thought hard. She thought she knew the old Bishop very well, but Layla was forcing her to confront the truth that she barely knew anything about him. "Well, he doesn't like asparagus, and he has all sorts of muscle and bone disorders, and arthiritis. The healer says he's developing cataracts, and possibly respitory problems... He's pretty healthy for all his conditions, though."
Layla's eyes were impossible to read. Or nearly impossible. Glimmers of nostalgia glowed though. "I mean, has he taken a mate of a girlfriend or something?"
Kayi shook her head frocibly. "No, he doesn't like that kind of stuff," Kayi assured her. "Now, I've told you all I know about him. What can you tell me?"
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A/N: Okay, that was a short chapter with a cliffhanger at the end. Don't worry, I won't make you wait too long, but does anyone care to try and guess what Layla can tell Kayi? Thanks for reading!
-Mako- going to cosplay to school.