Chapter 18.3 Midnight warning
Irwin stumbled down the stairs, every inch of his body in pain. Which day was this? The 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, shaking his head before grimacing and rubbing his neck.
"You are trying to eat them into submission, aren't you?" he asked. "I think you grew another inch."
Irwin tried to straighten himself up, felt something pull in his lower back, and decided seeing if Greldo was right wasn't worth the effort.
An indeterminable number of hallways later, they were sitting back at a table.
Irwin smiled at the double portion in front of him. The only benefit so far was that they had finally stopped wondering if he tossed the food out somewhere and just gave him as much as he could carry, which wasn't that much, sadly.
Glancing at his thin arm, he sighed. Where was all this food going?
Ten minutes and most of his food later, the others of their party arrived and slumped down. They had barely seen each other the last few days. Only during food and in their room. Not that the latter helped much. Every one of them was so dead tired they slept the moment they touched the bed.