Seventh day of Sapta’xahr, Wieh’zien
Dark clouds have formed above Nalkad Island. Although it is still mid-afternoon, the surroundings feel like the evening is approaching fast. The cold wind blows some dried leaves into the fourth watch tower as Zharyx opens the creaking door. Victor follows him shortly, letting more dried leaves inside. The jumbled noises of the students inside spoil the gloomy mood outside. It seems that the members of Asylum are having a meeting on their own, despite each pair talking in different topics completely unrelated to the others.
“You ate the pack of chocolates I was keeping, didn’t you?!”
“I don’t know. It wasn’t named.”
“You little-”
“Like I said, I’m getting my armor back. I also asked them to send one for you.”
“I’m not used to wearing those stuff. I can make any normal clothe as hard as those.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Everyone else should get something to help them fight better.”