Martin went looking for help, and of course the first person he sought out was the Supreme Elder's disciple. Jackson.
"Stop dreaming," Jackson said the moment Martin made his request. "I may be your leader here, but I'm not giving you a piece of my flesh. If I start doing that, then what was the point of all the self-care I've put in? What about the expensive herbs I used?"
That was Jackson through and through. A man who might risk his life for victory, reputation, or profit, but never for charity. If a thing brought him no gain, he would sooner let it rot where it fell.
Still, he did offer advice.
"I'll give you this much." Jackson pointed toward the scattered remains of the giant creatures that had attacked the wall earlier.
Broken bone fragments lay everywhere, some too large for an ordinary man to lift with ease, and strips of dense muscle still twitched where they had been hacked apart.
