"Everyone, heads down for a solid 30 minutes of focus! Then, we're hitting that training ground for a blazing 500 laps!" Layd Vill's voice boomed, his eyes lit with determination as he puffed on his oversized pipe.
"Are you ready?" He exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, creating an atmosphere charged with anticipation.
But this time, the Actants responded with a resounding silence, their spirits dampened by the daunting challenge ahead.
"Why the quiet, team? You didn't come here for anything less, did you?" Layd Vill demanded, his fiery passion undeterred.
As he reached into his pocket for another smoke, his realization dawned – he had forgotten his backup weed in the tent, a rare oversight for the usually unflappable instructor.
"You!" Layd Vill pointed directly at Silon, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Get to my tent and fetch more of that fuel!" He handed Silon a small paper with a sense of urgency.
