If he was to practice again, Arthur was certain he could improve. Anew he stared down at the mark on his upper torso and observed how much the decaying had taken over some areas around the deformed mageroot. Losing his time worrying about the effectiveness of his recovery was not on his schedule and the itch it generated was the least he could bear.
Thanks to the eyes of the fabled dragon, he could notice the same kind of deposit, grains of dead skin on his roommate's bed. Since Danr was about his height despite his age, Arthur saw his loss as casual and natural. He refused to lose more of his time on the matter.
Danr surprised Arthur, scratching frantically his hands in a large towel when he entered his room.
"Is everything okay?" He asked.
"It may be hard to believe but I had better days. Although I need rest, I am ready enough to endure more."
