Grant chuckled. "I can see where they might not trust me. After your death, I disappeared for months on end, honing my abilities, becoming even better at what I do. Even after you hoped I'd be a hero....But I can't move on with your death unavenged. During my time away, I met Aaron...the blind archer. He hates me, thinks it should be him who avenges you. We fought, and it cost me my eye. He left me broken, bloodied, and with my eye beside me, stuck to the ground by an arrow. All I have left is an empty hole there." 

His one good eye viewed the visage of his brother stoically, his face set grim. His hand went to the eyepatch and removed it, clutching it with one hand, his mask with the other.