Theodore groaned as he was roughly tossed out of bed. His heart beat loudly in his ears as he braced himself against the floor. Are we being attacked? The scars etched into the walls of the estate briefly came to mind as he blearily tried to focus his eyesight. An unfamiliar voice spoke out from the hall.
"Training began thirty minutes ago. Your gear has been set on the sofa. I would hurry." The door then shut behind the man as he left.
"Training? What the hell? What is that oaf going on about?" Theodore grumbled as he pushed himself off the floor.
A water bowl had been set out along with utensils he would need to be ready, but there were no attendants to help him dress. Cursing to himself he reached out for the clothing left for him to dress. He looked them over and frowned. Instead of his personal crest he found the clothes unmarked and simple. The cloth was rough to the touch and looked like something a common adventurer would wear.
