“Seven years,” Adrian said, almost gloating about how long he’d been on what amounted to routine bandit patrol. “More or less…doesn’t really count for much when most of the time’s just counting grains of sand, y’know?” He idly rubbed a thumb over his knuckles and sighed. It was no crime to admit that, once he had gathered enough experience, his duties had become stale, but to do so smacked of tempting fate. Fate never liked Adrian anyway. “Not that I should complain about money for nothing, it’s better than the alternative. Bah. You remind me of myself when I first started shooting.”