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... e third? Or the fourth?
He couldn't remember. The days had turned into a blur of hallways, training dummies, and tables laden with food. All he remembered was that he could now raise that bloody staff for longer and hit the stupid dummy more times before he was forced to jog around the room.
"Are you okay?"
He looked up at Greldo, who looked barely any better than he felt.
"Dinner," Irwin croaked, forcing a grin on his face.
Greldo somehow managed to laugh ...
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