"I reek," Elexei whined at one end of their table. "I reek of horse poop."
"It doesn't smell that bad," Willow sighed.
"Because our whole table reeks the same," Omeck chuckled, glancing around.
Indeed, Theora felt like her nose was still in the stables, smelling the hay, horses, and horse dejections, although the boys had been gentlemanly enough again to do most of the shoveling.
"I'm beat," Seaphen grunted. "Please tell me we have a theoretical class where we get to sit on our asses next?"
"We do," Valerius said. "Weapon handling, second floor, room four."
"Weapon handling?" Omeck frowned. "Why do we need to learn about weapon handling?"
As it turned out, there were a lot of things to learn about weapon handling, and Instructor Nereth Beselt was the one to teach them. Within min
