"Proctor Urahil?"
Perri lifted her weary head, blinking up at the Initiate that pulled her attention from the page she had pretended to read to mask her exhaustion. Between teaching etiquette at the Academy to being pulled out to Vel Anir to heal Dreadlords and various Anirian Guards, Perrine...
Four months had passed since Dal had been given the opportunity to prove himself as a Squire. Four months with a regular routine of physical exercise which bordered on the masochistic. Masochism which was enabled to further heights by proximity to those who could heal and bolster his body's...
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