'Since there's a Knight stationed here, there probably won't be any major trouble. If worst comes to worst...'
'Once I get used to the daily life of a Blacksmith Apprentice, I'll find some time to go ask Mr. Bronson for advice. Maybe he'll know something...'
Having made up his mind, Roland got up and cleared the leftovers from the table, then exhaustedly fell onto his bed.
Unlike the communal sleeping platform he'd slept on before, which was as hard as a stone slab, this bed was surprisingly soft and comfortable.
Exhaustion washed over him like a tide, and Roland was asleep almost the instant his head hit the pillow.
Early the next morning, Roland remembered George's advice and arrived at the Blacksmith Shop just as dawn was breaking.
"Very good! Not a single one of you is missing!"
Hawke's booming voice echoed through the spacious hall.
His arms were crossed, and his sharp gaze swept over each apprentice's face one by one.
