The next morning seemed like any other to Oli. He awoke, had an early meditation session, and left for the dining hall. Being one of the first people in search of breakfast, Oli received a fresh omelet from the chef and praised the man for his creativity with cheap ingredients.
Satisfied, Oli then left the Practor property as the sun peeked over the horizon. The streets were only starting to fill up so the broad young man had more than enough space to himself.
"Oliver!"
Looking to the side, Oli smiled and waved. "Morning, Keldon."
"Did you come looking for weapons?" asked the merchant. "You know weapons are allowed, right?"
But Oli shook his head. "They're allowed, but I don't need any. I'll be using only my essence hammers."
"Oliver, I get that you're strong and you'll do well with that. But you may need--"
