Chapter 107 - 108
"Why is the rope around my body so much tougher than the one that bound my hands?"
Alistar was glaring at Tramon with all the exasperation he could muster. It was midmorning of the next day, and not only were his arms lacking all sense of sensation, but he was covered in sweat and also had to pee so badly that at this point the rope was actually helping him to hold it in.
"Still here, huh?" Tramon had woken up a short while ago and was now sitting on the wooden chair from the day before, munching on an apple that seemed crunchier and juicier than all others in the world. Hearing Alistar’s grumbling stomach, he continued, "It’s not my fault that you can’t do such a simple thing. I honestly thought you’d be gone after a few hours." Yawning loudly, the sword master stretched out his arms and leaned back in his chair.
"You’re lying," muttered Alistar, who doubted that Tramon had thought it would be so easy. "With that smaller rope, it felt as if I were cutting through rock. With these ones, it’s like a sheet of iron. Where did you even get these ropes?"
"Since when has my disciple had such a sharp tongue?"
"Since he had to pee so badly that he didn’t get any sleep last night!" As things were, Alistar was moments away from soiling himself.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Tramon stood up and retrieved a bucket from inside of his home, which he placed beneath the branch where Alistar sat. Without ceremony, he hopped up onto the branch like a feline atop a fence and spun Alistar around so that he faced an extension of lawn and then a wide expanse of white wall.
"Okay," said Tramon, dropping down to the ground with silent grace. "Figure the rest out on your own. Now that I think of it, I’ve got some errands to run. I’ll be disappointed if you’re still here when I get back."
"When aren’t you disappointed?"