"But are your brothers going to be heroes? My brother is going to be my land's greatest hero when he grows up!" Diarmuid beams, enjoying the chance to brag about Cu Chulainn. "You never know. The city might decide to bring one of your brothers or your father even! It brings new people almost every month!"

Diarmuid thinks for a few moments about the question and then shakes his head again, "They don't really talk. It's more like distant sounds and impressions. Maybe they will do more once I am bonded closer to them. For now, I don't know them that well."

Don't worry about hitting him, Donatello. He is only about 7-8 years old--calender shifts make it hard to tell if his birthday has passed or not--and is small for his age. He probably only comes up to your waist!

"I was just coming to practice! Will you really spar with me?"