Living under a proper roof in a proper bed, with proper meals, the girl went from nothing but skin-and-bones to good health within months. Living in that cottage, she learned to read, entertaining herself with books while the man was often away on his quests.
["Elias took me in. I asked him countless times throughout the years why he did, but the only answer I ever got was "What kind of man would let a kid sleep in the rain?"]
"That's the spirit!" Elias complimented.
Beneath the calm sun of spring in the tranquil fields behind the cottage, the young Sylvan swung her wooden sword while the gracious man casually blocked each strike. In just a year's time, the girl developed enough to match the adventurer's path, breaking through his guard and smacking the training weapon against his side.
