Solomon was dizzy.
Even before he opened his eyes, he felt a churning in his stomach that made him feel nauseous and tired.
The left side of his jaw ached terribly. He tried to rub it as he slowly woke up, but something fastened to his wrist made moving hard.
"So you're awake. I wasn't quite sure after that punch you took."
Solomon opens his eyes to his surroundings.
Instantly, he knows that he is inside the cargo hold of a ship. Wooden crates filled up most of his vision, along with current company.
His surroundings were illuminated by a single candle atop a small end table.
Master Abel sat on a small stool in front of him. In his lap, he held the cane he always carried, casually raking his fingers over a new nick along the shaft.
"...It is a shame. You have passed such a difficult examination, yet your accomplishments are overshadowed by the fact that you have committed a grave infraction."
