I was breathing heavily again by the time I reached the city. Gathrin greeted me with a worried expression, taking my arm and forcing me to stop until I caught my breath.
"You look exhausted," he said.
I nodded, explaining the training Ernyst and Emlica had laid on me. He sighed, shaking his head.
"Grim are the times that forced this upon us, but I understand their foresight. Should you ever require a training partner more concerned with you than landing a good blow, please seek me out."
I thanked him and gave him a quick hug, causing him to stiffen in surprise, before I slipped into the city. A few remnants addressed me, but I pushed by them all with a curtsy and rushed apology, eager to reach the cathedral. Fyren's presence grew stronger, intermixing with Arantius's unmistakable aura.
