Rhychard woke Friday morning already dreading spending it with Kendalais. While he wanted the training, he wished it could be with someone else rather than the arrogant Warrior Master. It was not going to be a pleasant weekend.
After a quick shower and half a pot of coffee, Rhychard thought he was caffeinated enough to face the elf who he knew already waited for him. On impulse, Rhychard grabbed the hooded cloak his father gave him and wrapped it around his shoulders. He slipped the hood over his head and glanced at himself in the mirror, comparing himself to the vision of Mephalus he witnessed yesterday.
“You look like something from a fantasy novel,” Renny giggled as she materialized beside him.