"Didn't I tell you not to take your injuries lightly?" The Alchemy Elder snorted, already angry before the lesson could even begin, wielding a cane that rested on his shoulder.
Another day had passed, and the sunset had arrived, so Liam had gone through the mountain to reach the balcony where he had to attend the private lessons.
Still, Liam's appearance loudly described how he had spent that day and the previous night, so loudly that the Alchemy Elder had noticed it as soon as he crossed the balcony's doors.
Liam's dark eye bags had returned. His eyes weren't bloodshot now, but his disheveled, dirty hair vouched for quite a sweaty training session.
Truth be told, Liam felt lucky he had recalled the lesson. Between the circulation technique and the study and testing of the Seismic Palm, he had almost failed to change into a clean robe, afraid of being late to the appointment.
