"A thousand!" Eric proclaimed as he fell to his knees. He was drenched in sweat, and his mind felt like it was about to be torn apart.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and didn't need to look back to instinctively know that it was Gryndor.
"Good work, kid," the old man said with a friendly smile, clearly pleased with Eric.
'Well, at least he's happy,' Eric thought as he took the Grandmaster's hand for support and stood up.
"I can't express my gratitude, Master Eric. These crops are going to be able to feed dozens of families," the chubby man said with a smile, his golden teeth shining in the sunlight.
Eric didn't say much—he only nodded toward the man.
"Okay, with this we're done. Now is the time to return to our sparring," the old man said as he began heading back.
