Two:
Father Halphasion tutted, his multi-toned Dhracian voice a friction filled tenor. "How can you expect to heal lives when you have no passion for them?" he asked.
The Brother, newly christened from Ysk, crossed his arms defensively as he delivered his rebuttal. "Why heal others? I don't see the use in it. What's the point in healing someone I don't care for?" Halphasion did not answer, but stared at his pupil with new eyes.
"You were aptly renamed," he said at last.
The Brother, confused, replied, "You named me this because you said my blood lore was like being a brother to all."
Halphasion smiled sadly, stretching the slender black lines of his facial skin web taut.
"The Brother, not our brother," the priest said with finality. 'Brother to all, yet akin to none."
That was the day The Brother left Father Halphasion, yet his words had set a standard for the soon-to-be greatest assassin in history.
Set before the first Rhapsody book, Achmed's history