I mindlessly sip on my mug of fig ale and poke half-heartedly at my supper of mutton and potatoes. A level of boredom previously unknown to me feels like it is now setting in. I click my tongue in annoyance and mutter to myself. I swear…all my hours of training today and I feel no sharper…what am I missing? If I keep this pace up I’ll become a damn good-for-nothing weakling…
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