The next day, Lynnor decided to come up with something different.
They ate in the morning, then spent the rest of the day doing physical exercises.
Aramith and mozrael had endurance and stamina, but Lynnor...let's just say she was a monster.
By nighttime, they were exhausted and dying.
Then Lynnor came and made things worse by telling them how much they smelled.
"It's your fault!" Aramith shouted suddenly.
"Me? I don't smell. The scent is from you two," Lynnor stepped back, covering her nose.
But it was true. They did smell from the sweat throughout the day.
Lynnor had been providing water for them to clean themselves each day, but this time,
"I wish I could get an actual bath," Aramith groaned.
Mozrael didn't utter a word. She felt embarrassed about the whole situation.
She was a girl after all.
"You're rested enough, let's go." Lynnor didn't wait for a response and just took off.
