Winter was rapidly drawing near, and with it, the initiates' excursion into Tenebris.
A few days had passed since Norgan had encountered the strange old man in the gymnasium.
The memories afterward were hazy, but when he'd finally come to, he was back in his room.
Lucian had told him about how he'd passed out.
At this point, Morgan had already chosen his specialities.
He had decided not to take up the combat classes, choosing to train on his own.
Morgan decided to dabble in weapon smithing, poisons, and culinary skills.
" We'll spend about a month in Tenebris, I figured that it'd be best if I knew the basic things about how to cook and prepare meals just in case." He told Lucian.
Lucian stared at Morgan like he was seeing him for the first time.
" That's actually quite surprising. I figured you'd opt for combat training instead."
Classes had ended for the day, and they were lazily lounging in the academy's parterres.
The day had been quite eventful.
