Jung stood up, turning and taking a step back so that he needn't crane his neck while doing so. "How fa." He said in greeting, giving Raiso a smile.

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It seemed as though his suspicions had been met, Raiso thought to himself; Nevertheless, he would try to ask anyway. "Hello! My name is Raiso," he said, motioning to himself as he introduced himself. "Would you be able to show me where you found those?" This time, he motioned to the birds hanging around Jung's waist, hoping that this query might register a response.

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Jung's eyes widened with understanding. "Abi chop chop nay so." He held one of the birds out to Raiso.

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Raiso, both surprised and pleased at the same time, took the dead bird appreciatively and proceeded to thank Jung for his help. "Thanks! I'll share my pay with you, if you like, but i have to run! I'll see you later!" he called, dashing back to the nameless building with a possible days pay.

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Jung cocked his head quizzically, then shrugged. Apparently the other student was going to save the meal for later.

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(Unless anyone has any objections, I'm going to end the day now, just give me a minute to type)

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Three weeks have passed. In this time, Madelyn's ears have healed with minimal side effects. Raiso has earned a small yet steady income working with Ken, enough money to shop for relatively cheap items on a regular business, though the value of money fluctuates often. Krist is still under tight watch; a guard is always near him, he still may not handle weapons, and must return to the academy by sundown, every day. Today is the day that Krist must enter the submission for the bet he made with the Dwarf Merchant. Classes are back to normal, though sparring matches are no longer a regular occasion.

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Krist woke, he rubbed the sleep off of his eyes. And right there was a gaurd watching him."Scary" he muttered. He changed quickly and headed to Tyrann's room.

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"Hey! Class is this way!" Gerome tugged Krist away. "Someone else will wake the others, now go to class" he commanded.

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Jung crawled out from under his bed. Unused to sleeping on such soft beds, he had taken to sleeping under them. He donned his tunic, he had taken measures to modify every new tunic he had received in a manner similar to his previous ones, exposing his sharply defined arms. In these three weeks, he had slowly improved his grasp on the common language to the point that he could hold a simple conversation with most people he met, though more advanced concepts continued to elude him.

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