It didn't take long for Ezra to realize his assumptions were off-mark.
Mastering the fundamentals of a staff helped, but not as much as he thought it would.
He fished out a combat manual on scythes and looked through.
This training session would be longer than the last one, but he couldn't abandon the advancement of his vassals for that long.
So…
'One month. I'll understand the changes in my body in one month'
While he trained, so did his mother.
The count brought her a new instructor, one whose loyalty had been tested and tried several times.
—---------------
Elsewhere.
"Where were you working before?
"I worked in Traxford as a merchant. Why?"
Fredrick sat across Mirahan, questioning him as Nathan was in Traxford.
"How long did you work there?"
"It's been three years"
"How much did you make?"
"About…"
"How.Much.Did.You.Make?"
"Twenty to thirty gold on average. forty on better days, sixty on the best days"
"Hmm, how much of that was yours?"
