The Dark Lord [Chapter 1] A New Beginning

[Cyranojoe]

Throshkar deLaBlanche

Throshkar grouses his way through lunch, full of disappointment that the most glory he achieved so far today was saying the word 'mountain' to a statue. He mutters and pouts, glaring at the blank wall for a good hour or two despite Louis's best efforts. Finally, the boy convinces him to use the time they have for training exercises.

"Hmph. Well, we can't get you a tree branch to practice with, and we haven't replaced your wooden training sword, so you'll have to use the real thing -- good thing we've got a god-lover here in case you chop your arm off! He can just pop it back on good as new!"

Louis quickly works up a sweat in the small space. "How --heh, ha-- do you think --ahng, yah... hoh-- Henri and Aron -- Arondight -- are doing? And -- and Olna, and monsieur Johnathan? Haaa!"