"Alright then, let's go on with it," Devic said. "Who goes first?"
"I'll start," Ronan babbled.
"Okay, what do you want to be in the future, Ronan?" Devic asked.
Before Ronan could answer, Aeron cut in with a grin. "A bartender."
Everyone laughed. Ronan frowned and waved him off. "Don't mind him. I want to be a general in the future, the highest general the world has ever seen."
"Wow," Miriam said, looking surprised. "Are you serious?"
"No, he's not," Aeron teased again. "He only said that to impress you."
"Stop it," Ronan said, then turned to Miriam. "Yes, I'm serious. I want to be so strong that any kingdom I serve will conquer every war and every enemy."
"That's good," Miriam replied gently. "Set your mind to it, and you'll achieve it."
"I know he will," Devic added proudly. "That's the son of Varek Drenn. If you know who you are and where you come from, achieving such greatness won't be difficult."
