Salv and Isra collapse on their beds. At approximately 2 am, Isra wakes up to Salv snoring excessively. He ignores it for a bit until he realizes that it is too loud to sleep through as he is a light sleeper anyways.

March 8, 3009

7 hours later… Isra is wide awake. Salv wakes up yawning like a bear that has just ended its hibernation.

Salv: (Yawns) Good morning, Isra.

Isra: (Passive aggressively) Mornin'.

Salv: There should be some complementary cereal in the cabinets and milk in the fridge.

Isra: Great.

Salv notices Isra's red eyes and bad attitude.

Salv: What is the matter? Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

Isra: I couldn't sleep with your obnoxious snoring.

Salv: Me? Snoring? (Laughs) Good one!

Isra: You snored last night.

Salv: Alright it gave me a chuckle the first time, but seriously. A sophisticated gentleman such as myself does not snore. It is bad manners.

Isra: (Rolls his eyes).

Salv and Isra take a seat at the small table of the inn. They are facing each other while eating their cereal. Salv chews softly and takes small portion bites, meanwhile Isra chows down and annoyingly chomps like a wild animal.

Salv: (Clears his throat).

Isra continues eating.

Salv: (Clears his throat louder).

Isra: (Sarcastically) Comin' down with a cold or somethin'?

Salv: Your breakfast manners are appalling.

The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

Isra: (Passive aggressively) Oh I'm sorry, it's almost like that's how I felt last night with you snoring.

Salv: (Angrily clenches his fist) Say that again, tough guy.

Isra: Not only do you snore but you snore like a warthog.

Salv: (Bangs his giant fist on the tiny table, knocking it over) That is it mister! You can insult a man all he likes but calling him a liar is just plain rude, and I will not tolerate it!

Isra: Yeah, I ain't doin' this again tonight, you're switchin' to Silva's room!

Salv: What makes you think you deserve the room to yourself?

Isra: Cause I'm not the problem here.

Salv: You're the one WITH the problem.

Isra: Well I ain't leavin' this room.

Salv: Neither will I.

Isra: Seems as though we are at a standstill.

Salv: That we are.

Isra and Silva get up in each other's faces in a petty and immature way.

Isra: How about we settle the score through a sparring match?

Salv: Ah, something we can agree on!

Meanwhile… Silva makes himself breakfast and takes Oro for a morning stroll through the village. Afterwards, he arrives at the village's center to check in at the kiosk for his trial to obtain his temporary Climber's License. Silva is about to leave before he gets interrupted by none other than the kiosk manager again.

Kiosk Manager: (Whispers) Hey did you get a chance to contact your uncle yet?

Silva: Not yet, but I will. Don't worry.

Kiosk Manager: (Excitedly) Alright! (His excited tone switches serious) Remember that you cannot use your inherited items for any official Climber's League competitions, even this trial does not allow it.

Silva: Course, I know that!

Kiosk Manager: Wonderful. Now, all you have to do is climb the ginormous stone formation located in Turtle Back Pond.

Kiosk Manager points at Turtle Back Pond.

Silva: (Looks at the pond in the distance) That'll be easy as hell!

Kiosk Manager: Ah, but there is a catch.

Silva: And what is that?

Kiosk Manager: It will be covered in Official Climber's League oil sold for only fifty gold at our local shops. Think you can handle it?

Silva: Not a problem at all.

Silva and the kiosk manager arrive at the north east part of the village.

Kiosk Manager: All you have to do is obtain the blue flag at the center.

Silva: Got it.

Kiosk Manager: (Raises his hand with a starting pistol) You ready, kid?

Silva gracefully takes off his inherited coat and places it on a park bench.

Silva: Born ready.

Kiosk Manager: Three… Two… One… Go!

Silva's legs move on instinct right as the loud ringing from the starting pistol reaches his eardrums. He begins swimming towards the pond.

Kiosk Manager: Wow, he can swim real fast.

Silva swims for about 5 minutes until he reaches the center of the pond. His head moves upwards to gaze at his second task. The turtle shell shaped stone stands at a solid 30 meters in height. He begins to climb the stone. He quickly slips off and falls into the water.

Silva: Damn it. No wonder this oil costs fifty gold, it's the real deal.

Familiar Voice: (Shouting) Nice wipeout Silva! Things never change. You're always playin' second fiddle' aren't ya?

Kiosk Manager: (Mutters under his breath) Who the hell is this guy? He seems to know Silva, and perhaps he knows Robert Baywest as well!

Silva: Wait, I know that voice.