While Llyr had the least troubling experience within the caves, he could not help but fret about it. Did the lack of horrific illusions mean he wasn't good enough to be here? This question sat with him until he went to bed. In a hasty pace he unloaded his wagon and set up his room accordingly, finally he rested his head on his new bed and even then he thought of the cave. Perhaps the voice betting on his failure was right, he wasn't going to make it.<br/>The anxious boy sighed deeply and shut his eyes tight, trying to forget it all. Tomorrow is when the new work begins, he could not cling to past failures.<br/><br/>Although there was no rooster crow, as he was accustomed to waking to, Llyr awoke just before sunrise with ease. Without much thought, he threw on the first cotton shirt and breeches, ruffled his curls until his hair looked presentable and left his cave to find the Lore Master and Lidia. He greeted them warmly and poured himself a cup of tea once the kettle had boiled.