The days passed slowly in Vollua, marked by the expectation of the dragon's awakening. His sleep was still deep, but after their meeting with Xaar'thul, Foster was no longer worried. He knew that his companion was preparing to be reborn with renewed strength.
Not wanting to waste time, Foster decided to use these waiting days to train Orëlas as a swordsman. The young elf had already demonstrated an impressive mastery of magic, but Foster knew this was not enough. A warrior had to be able to wield several weapons, be fast, agile and, above all, enduring.
But before delving into hand-to-hand combat, we had to start with the basics: the physical.
And for that, there was no one better than Köflik.
Foster met up with Köflik at dawn, as the morning mist slowly evaporated under the warmth of the sun. The veteran woodland elf stretched out, a smile on his face, already ready for what Foster was about to ask him.
