"Well?" Cook said, covering her mouth to stop the horrible smell of the candidates from getting to her.
Greylord grunted as he looked at the three on the floor. They were miserable lots, covered in their body filth and impurities all mixed into one. He could hardly make out their skins in the black that covered them. "They were....stronger than I thought."
He didn't want to admit that his judgment was wrong but he had to say it. He wondered what got them going, he would have to ask them. If they could speak.
"They did last than I think possible," Cook's voice was muted beneath her hand. "This training....I'm glad I didn't do this during my training time."
"I didn't either," Greylord admitted. He had suffered during his training days but as he looked at the three here. He thought maybe his masters then were too easy on him.
