"Must you eat in front of me?" said Alistar over the incessant grumbling of his stomach. "And why did you buy so much food? Did…did you perhaps have a change of heart?" He was sitting atop one of the logs that his master kept around for him to practice specific sword swings on, rolling his hands around in an effort to regain feeling in his arms.
Tramon took another bite of the meat skewer that he had brought back with him just before sundown, picking a crumb of bread from his beard as he chewed.
"I told you that I'd be disappointed if you were still here when I returned. I was out for the entire day, and yet you've only cut three cords of rope?"
