"Tsch… The fools who designed this test all those centuries ago, they didn't know what they were doing. Even more than the Three Trials in the summer, this is liable to get someone killed," the man said. He glared at the sky, as though cursing someone, and then began to shamble away, Oliver's clothes in his hand.
"I had to hand them off. They didn't want them in reach," Verdant explained.
Oliver shrugged, and glanced at the crowd again. It was a mere quarter of what it was before, as the students continued to stream away. The interesting part was done – now they would get their news and their entertainment in the morning.
"I suppose tonight will be a night of training then," he said. "Seeing as I have to keep moving."
"It will do no good for your wounds to push yourself too hard," Verdant said, but Oliver was already on the floor, performing an energetic set of press-ups, as he sought to get the heat back into his body that the swim – and the slow walk back – had cost him.
