Chapter 209: What It Means To Keep Going
Endurance.
The theme of the next day was endurance. When Boldwick awoke them, he greeted them with the cheerful morning hello of a cup of coffee and the good word of Endurance. Which, of course, made no sense at all to the three-bleary-set-of-eyes of the already exhausted initiates. Other than that, Boldwick was being nice. Suspiciously nice. He brought a mysterious green rug sack with him and pulled out two bottles of water for everyone— he demanded they get their full contents down.
Boldwick leaned in towards their dying fire, poking the embers and kicking up ash as he sipped from his steel canteen. After his sip, he had too-happy of a grin on.
In the light of the early dawn, Erec thought he looked a little too close to a demon.
“Right? Everyone done with their water?” Boldwick announced, taking a deep swig of his coffee.
“No,” Colin replied.
“Then drink the rest of it now.”
“I’m already full. One bottle was enough.”
“Drink it.”