The envy, in turn, fueled Orpal's wrath and allowed him to keep training even when his body screamed in pain and his mind was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Between you and me, are you sure that little boy is Thrud's son?" Jorl asked.
"Jorl, I'm one of the few people on Mogar still alive who met that little bastard in person." Orpal snarled. "I saw the so-called Valeron in his crib, in his mother's and father's arms. I've dreamed countless times of killing that little bastard to repay his parents for what they did to me.
"So yes, I'm sure. At first, I couldn't believe it myself. The color of the hair and the eyes was different, but I knew the little bastard looked familiar. When I read that his name was Valeron and his age matched the Whore Queen's son's, I recognized him.
