Chapter 235: The Twelve Academies
The rooms assigned to the Arcadia team in the Athlete's Village were exactly what I expected from Dwarven hospitality: functional, sturdy, and completely devoid of comfort.
My room was a cube of polished gray stone. The bed wasn't a mattress on a frame; it was a slab of smooth granite covered with a thick pelt of some unfortunate northern beast. The pillow was a leather sack filled with wool that felt suspiciously like steel wool.
"It's... rustic," Leon said, standing in the doorway of my room. He had already unpacked, his gear arranged with military precision.
"It's a bunker," I corrected, tossing my bag onto the stone slab. "The Dwarves don't believe in soft furniture. They think it makes the spine weak."
