Rayven and Thyruz returned quietly to the estate after some time…
Thyruz would be very busy enchanting the seven sleeping darts, so he quickly went to his workshop... On the other hand, Rayven met with his Uncle Albert after being notified by the guards.
"Back already? Good. You have that duel coming up, boy… Do you need a sparring partner? Or perhaps the special chamber to practice your spells? I can make the arrangements." Albert asked as he wanted to know more about his preparations.
Rayven paused. It would have been useful, but not for him.
Every spell he used came with a cost he could not afford to throw away on mere practice. Wasting gold coins on training was foolish. He just gave a small shake of his head.
"No need, Uncle. I'm already receiving help from Thyrus."
Rayven smiled. It wasn't entirely a lie—Thyrus had indeed given him pointers, though not in the way Albert imagined.
