Yes. Weary.” He eyed me speculatively, smoothing his beard with a hand. “You have a gift for words.
It’s one of the reasons you ended up with Elodin, I expect.”
I didn’t say anything to that. I must have said it quite loudly too, because Dal gave me a curious look.
“How are your studies progressing with Elodin?” he asked casually.

Author: Patrick Rothfuss