The training period was nearing its end.
The one year was almost over.
It hadn't felt that long, infact it went by quite fast. From survival and killing beasts or monsters, to even capturing thiefs and bandints. It was quite an action packed year for Teclos.
In this year Teclos changed, alot. Everything he did now was besed on erasing his presence, on being silent.
He practiced stealth all the time even in his daily life, more than a few times he startled the people around him when he "suddenly apeared" inforn of them.
And the old man…
Teclos started to trust him.
It wasn't complete trust, but atleast he knew that should something go wrong the old man had his back.
Whether he fully or partly trusted him, it was almost close enough that the difference no longer mattered. The only thing he still adamantly dissagreed with that old man, was his shitty mouth and way of insulting him every chance he got.
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Like most mornings, Teclos was waiting at the guild reception.
