The aspirants weren’t known for their hospitality. In fact, if you couldn’t handle a good beating here and there, you were seen as weak. Sure, the elders preached about being kind to your ‘brothers’ -- but they didn’t stop it. No one did. It was sort of a constant initiation.

That didn’t mean they were all bad, of course. Dane offered their arm, a little smile on their lips.

“Steel endures, friend,” they said calmly.