Chapter 104

Morning meditation followed by a pain bath was a terrible start to the day, though from the look Sandra had on her face when we met Zirani outside the treehouse, it had been worse for her. I finished off my breakfast of bread, cheese, and dry meat just as we stopped in front of Zirani who had a serious look on her face, the look she held when she was in teacher mode, determination in her calculating eyes as she looked over the three of us, stopping at Sandra to raise an eyebrow.

The dark-haired arcanist shot Zirani a slight glare. "Fuck those baths."

"There weren't that—"