Bristle would've nodded thoughtfully if he wasn't sweating heavily and breathing just as hard from the running he was doing. At least he wasn't wearing his cloak with all his stuff in it or he wouldn't have made it even half this far. He did like the thought of ending up as strong as the master said. Funny, he always had this mental picture of a wizard being a really frail super magical guy, but it seemed that was wrong. Bristle wondered how many other wizards there were in the world. But by the nine this was tiring and he had a sinking feeling they'd hardly begun. Rather than think anything else he simply stared ahead of him at the long long way he had left to go.