He's an old-school randon, and like many, he generally distrusts the written word.
- ↑ Bound in Blood, "Chapter V: Fractures", I — "Tentir's horse-master rounded the nearest boulder, swinging his leather tool sack as he came. The rathorn colt followed him, shaking his ivory armored head, his red eyes slightly crossed. Trying to ambush the Edirr and getting whacked in the nose seemed to have become their standard greeting."
- ↑ To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter IX: School Days", III — "his shaggy eye-brows and moping his bald, perspiring head. He sniffed as if for a scent, but it would be a wonder, thought Jame, if he could smell anything, given that at some point long ago his nose had been smashed almost flat to his face."
- ↑ Bound in Blood, "Chapter XIII: A Day in the Life", II — "—as an old-school randon, the master generally mistrusting the written word—"