Here, it's a fireball skill book." Caspian brought out an old and torn leather sheet with some ancient writing on it and handed it over to Alaric. "Are you sure I can have this?" Alaric asked sceptically as he took the leather sheet from Caspian.
"It's not an official skill book, and I've learned the skill; you can have it," Caspian replied with a shrug as he climbed out of bed. He stretched and flexed his sore muscles. "It's an old skill book that's used a long time ago, though, and it's more difficult to master than the ones provided by the academy," he warned carefully.
"Alright, I will try my best to master it before we get to the academy." Alaric declared firmly and then frowned, "Do you know what the academy tested during the entrance trials?" He asked curiously.
"Oh?" Caspian hum
