Nothing in his training or his temperament prepared Kash for the mass misery over the check-out list. If people had been bleeding and dying, weeping over the wounded and the lost, then he might have been able to do something about it.

But this? What was there to heal? Who was there to sort, assist, find?

Kash knew when he was beaten. A dragon? Two fire giants? No problem. But he took one look in the bar and then turned around and walked away.