"I love that," Magnus says. "Wen Kexing sounds great." He swings for a moment, then says, "My friends Hearthstone and Blitzen did basically the same with me, but I was a little older -- fourteen. Hearthstone is an elf, who needs the sun, and Blitzen is a dwarf, who can't stand the sun, so Hearth took the day shift and Blitz took the night shift when I was homeless. They'd help me out, clue me in to the places where people dumped good food, make sure I didn't get beaten up or caught by the police. Or the wolves." Thoughtfully: "I'm not as much of a biter, but they put so much into keeping me alive -- apparently they saved me, like, seven separate times -- that I don't want my death to go to waste."