"WAKE UP YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOT!"

Ozlo wakes up to the sound of someone screaming in his face and frantically does his best to scramble out of bed, before inevitably falling on his ass.

"Ha. You were right Burgin, I owe you a shard. I figured he was the fight type, not the flight type. Oh well, guess we'll have to mold that into them." Glancing over as Ozlo tries to get dressed, he notices not only Burgin, but also John Boyd standing by his bed with smiles on their face.

Burgin gestures to his ward. "Ozlo is a gentle boy, a bit... A bit slow. But gentle."

Boyd rolls his eyes and addresses Burgin. "Exactly, and I'll need to beat that out of him. Metaphorically of course. Can't have the boy running when faced down by a slime or kobold. Every year we have one of them with the shiver-shits. They shiver, shit their pants, and run wee wee wee all the way home."

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"I remember Boyd, you're forgetting how we met."

Boyd gets a dark look on his usually cheery face. "I wouldn't forget that... Not in a million years." After a moment the dark look is instantly replaced with Boyds typical, friendly one. "Anyway, Ozlo, it seems you're mostly dressed. Do you have a weapon?"

"Uh."

Burgin answered for Ozlo. "No, no he does not, the church sent him to me with nothing but the clothes on his back."

"Really? He must have really done something to piss them off. Course times are tough, though I wouldn't expect the church to be hurting as much as the rest of us mere peasants." Boyd practically spat out.

"Give the boy something heavy. He's been putting on muscle since I've been feeding and working him regularly, but make it something simple. He's still as clumsy as a one legged mule, but he'll learn. The boy seems capable."

Boyd rubs his chin while he sizes up Ozlo. "Right, right... I'm thinking the spear. It's long, heavy, and the pointy end is plenty far from the holder. Alright boy, follow me, I'm your master for the next two hours. Come on."

Ozlo looks to Burgin for acknowledgement and promptly receives a stern nod.

"Come lad, daylight is burning."