Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170727212439

Ylva yawned and gathered with the rest in front of Preacher and Gait.

"Filled out some more?" Bethany asked joylessly. "Don't you think you are carrying enough weight? Might tip over forward soon if this carries on."

"Why do you care, bloodsucker?" Ylva grumbled.

"Don't mind me, I am just bitter and thirsty."

"Nothing to drink, I hear?" Ylva sneered. "Looks like the cooks forgot you again, not that that is any hard accomplishment."

"It would seem so. But then again I am not as noisy as you."

Ylva growled and got ready to fight the half-breed. "Oh, we'll see just how much noise you make when I punch you in the..."

"Attention!" Preacher exclaimed, grabbing the students' respect and acknowledgement. "We are to head out for the Cheydinhal quarry as you might know. That means that we won't return until late midnight. So I hope you ate well, because you won't eat again until your training over there is done and over with. Is that understood?"