A young man was trudging behind his teacher. Sodden and weary of the harsh taskmaster, he learned long ago not to question his teacher. The one and only time that he did, he had night duty for 3 nights straight. Plus his heavy workload. Not again will he ever question this teacher. Once he got back to the shore, he had plans of leaving this teacher no matter what his solicitor says. In fact he was going to have a very long talk with his own solicitor.<br/><br/>In his mind this kind of training should be voluntary not forced. Walking through snow waist deep while his master was walking on top. This collar will be taken off and he will take a long rest somewhere warm. Like in a home which he would purchase with his findings. It had been ages since he had a full meal and his clothes were quite literally falling off of him. One other thing was bothering him. He was carrying a large chest of items that his teacher decided to retrieve. Items that he did know what they are. What he did know is that whatever it was, it was very heavy.<br/><br/>His teacher stopped and took a small silver bottle out. He measured out a bit and gave it to the young man with the word "Drink".<br/>The drink burned his throat all the way down to his stomach and he started coughing, ending on his knees.