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With it being this early in the morning, it was expected to be silent save for the nocturnal animals, or even the diurnal animals just waking up. But near the training grounds, which should have been silent at this hour, one could hear multiple rapid thuds in a row, then a few loud thumps a few moments later. 

Liam was in the training grounds practicing shooting his bow at five targets at different distances and heights, then at random intervals switch to slapping some spinning practice dummies with the same bow, ducking and weaving as he dodge said dummy's arms as they spun around. Then moving to a new spot, pulling three arrows out with his draw hand, knocking one, and firing at a random target. Repeating the quick knock and fire at a random target for the last two arrows in his hand. 

It was at this moment he winced at the loud voice of Master Adrissa in his head telling him to come to the masters office. He took a deep breath,and let it out slowly in effort to regain control of his breathing. While he did he looked at his targets, and while he was glad many of his shots were within the bullseye, he made sure to note how many were outside of it. Grimacing at any that did not hit the target at all. Which was a few, but that meant far more punishment later. As he forced himself with a set extra of pushups and pull ups for every one outside of the bullseye, and extra complete workouts for any missed entirely. A training method his father instilled upon him very early in his life. 

Liam’s bow had a long nail just over where he gripped it, looking sort of like a simple finger guard, But Liam used it to store over his shoulder. A leather loop just over his right shoulder, attached to his bandolier. In an easy motion, he flipped his bow over his shoulder, hooking it to that loop and allowing it to hang easily off his back.  He walked over to his targets and pulled each arrow out, slipping them into the quiver on his right hip. 

He was far from the Masters room, far too long to walk it with how urgent it sounded, Picking up Mia, who had followed him to the training ground. He then drew out a magic circle in his mind and used a teleportation spell to appear just outside it. Allowing Mia to hop out of his arms he straightened his short sleeved black tunic and dusted off any dirt on his pants. 

Once satisfied with what he could do for the moment, he walked into the room with Mia following close behind. He bowed his head to the Masters, and looked to the others, surprised to see his sister and Emrin here. As well as another man, who was clearly a soldier by how he held himself. He knew his stance well… He was most likely another student. He gave him a nod and moved over towards his sister, and Emrin. 


It would look like Emrin had stayed up once again, certainly engrossed with her work. While Liah clearly woke up, knowing she would probably have never had dressed like that if she knew others besides the masters would be here. And by the looks of the seven chairs, three more were yet to come. 

He nodded with a small smile towards Emrin while he reached up and scratched Rascals chin who had reached his head out towards him. 

[color=C10E16]”No sleep again?” [/color] Liah asked groggily as she looked towards Liam.

Shaking his head, [color=11890A] “I got three hours…” [/color] he said as if that was normal for him.

 [color=C10E16]”And you? Let me guess 2 cups of coffee?” [/color] Liah added glancing at Emrin with a grin.