269 Rough First Day

The first day of training, the most painful according to Alexander, went by all too fast. Thomas and Frey, covered in fresh, smelly sweat and bruises, returned to Alexander's home, where a warm dinner awaited them.

They sat themselves at the dining table and winced. One of Alexander's few servants set up three servings of porridge and left. The spoons were there, their stomachs were growling, yet the two waited for the last disciple to arrive.

"You got some leaves in your hair," Frey gestured to Thomas, whose head was covered with leaves and broken twigs. Small sections of his clothes were ripped open, and bits of ice were dotted around his legs.

"Thanks." Thomas yanked out some of the leaves and tried to flick them away, but they stuck to the tree sap on his blistered fingers. He sighed and gestured to Frey. "You got some straw in your…everywhere."