423 Got any better ideas?

Thomas leapt off the branch. The rope quickly pulled taut as he swung forwards. He released his grip and flew across the clearing. There was only one problem: landing.

The second Thomas touched the ground, his life essence flared. He tucked his legs in, rolling to a stop behind a carriage, one of many around the camp's exterior. 'I told you I could do it,' he said while brushing dirt off his back.

'I will not argue with results,' Doevm responded. 'You have improved.'

Thomas smiled behind his mask: 'Was that a compliment?' Slowly circling to the corner of the carriage, he peeked his head out at the worst time as the door flew open. Two War Monks emerged and Thomas dove out of sight.

"The report can wait. I am certain that I heard something, Brother Armond," one of them said as they circled the carriage. Without names, it was impossible to tell them apart since their hoods covered their bald heads.