I shake my head off the sleepiness and I even pinch myself. I can’t use a potion to prevent it, because even in tiny amounts, it will just contribute to my drowsiness.
“Half an hour,” she says. “I will give you half an hour and if you stand it, meaning, if you don’t fall asleep, I will quit and withdraw from this selection,” she says.
I feel like my legs are dissolving. I wish that I have a longsword to use as a cane instead of my gunong. I struggle to look at Tityus. She’s taller than I am, almost as tall as Aaron. She has a medium frame and I wonder, what’s the chance of her not knowing Caltra’s combat?
I keel over. Why am I thinking of fighting her when I cannot stand straight?
“Fine,” I say. “Thirty minutes.”
Tityus smiles and plays her harp. The first pluck on the string alone ma
