Standing on a clearing stretched wide and bordered by the glowing plants, Deremiah waited for Elora to begin whatever it was she was planning to teach him.
She appeared to be sizing him up as she pondered, perhaps trying to decide on a way to teach him how to fight. Deremiah's figure as she saw it, was very fitting for a good fighter.
He was at least 6 ft 2, with a tight lean frame and a figure eleven. However, he lacked combat skill, knowledge, battle IQ and experience. Teaching him as much as she could before Dawn was the approach.
"Have you been in a fight before?" she asked him.
Deremiah lifted his brows at her questioning gaze, and answered, "No. Not really," in a nervous manner. It was one of the few truths he had told.
Elora seemed surprised by the answer. She tilted her head to the side, face softening with the realization. "You're a slummer. I assumed that you would have at least ran into a fight at least once in your life."