True to his word I had spent the next three days training.
I’d also spent them being the punching bag for one very pissed off fae male with a mean right hook. Nerys threw me around, bit me, pulled hair, played dirty and made me pay for having a shred of honour.
Lord Elias oversaw my training, stepping in when Nerys needed a break to practice my basic drills and steps. Rhydien’s drills had made me more resilient, my body more receptive to the brutality of the unseelie fae’s fighting style. When we had a moment he would stop to show me survival skills should I be in the woods longer than expected, basic do’s and don’t of encountering the poisonous flora and even more deadly fauna. He brought his maps, showing me the layout of the Whispering Woods, whilst not clear still more useful than go
