The morning didn't come.
The candles had burned to stubs, casting faint flickers of light that barely illuminated the room.
"Shouldn't Thalso be here for our training?" Taria asked, stepping from her room into the shared quarters. "We have to eat today at all cost because I don't think I can survive another day otherwise."
She was the first to wake, clutching her spear tightly as she leaned against the doorframe. After their bath the previous day, they had simply put on their old clothes since no new ones were provided.
"By my estimation, it should be morning," Kaedros said from his bed. He was sitting upright, eyes half-open. The dim candlelight cast vague shadows around the room, enough to make out Taria's silhouette.
He touched the short sword beside him, he'd been careful with it since no sheath had been provided. "I wonder what's holding him. He didn't seem like someone who'd be late."
"He better not be," Taria snapped.
