Garion was now standing near the entrance of the newly built gym with his arms crossed, quietly checking the time.
"Let's see how long it takes them to show up."
Surprisingly, he didn't have to wait long.
A few minutes later, the doors opened, and Raviel stepped in, followed by a group of ten elders dressed in their formal robes.
Raviel raised a hand. "We're here, Garion. Ten fine elders, ready to… train."
The way he said it made Garion chuckle. "Good. Then let's start."
He turned and gestured toward the corridor. "We'll begin by getting changed. Follow me to the locker room."
The elders hesitated, looking around at the strange glowing walls and smooth, unfamiliar architecture.
It felt unlike any building they had ever seen. It was clean, metallic, and perfectly organized, unlike other commoners' buildings.
Garion smiled faintly as he pushed open a large door.
