Her Story
*Growl*
Can’t he let me rest one night?
Quickly taking on a set formed of a pair of tight black shorts, a similar top, and soft black boots I hurried to the training room in the basement. A refusal or delay brought a punishment along, and it’s better not to see Tamor mad.
The training room was a huge circular space, around 300 meters in diameter. It was actually naturally formed by the roots of the tree on which our house was. Great, right?
Torches on its perimeter and a few candelabras were illuminating the space. Walls covered in weapons and targets. A bit sinister if you ask me, but sets the mood.
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