After a moment he sits down next to Wilhelm, one knee propped up and the other stretched out. He leans back and looks up at the morning sky. Soon it will be much colder and darker at this hour.

He tilts his head toward Wilhelm at the question.

"A few years younger than you." Might not be entirely accurate, but close enough. He doesn't want Wilhelm to bad for him, or imply anything that might make him think progress will be impossible since he's starting older. But maybe that's not why he's asking. He picks at some of the neatly cut grass, plucking a blade of it out of the dirt.

"I didn't get along with any of the other acolytes, or my teacher. I ran away a lot."