The early morning of the next day started as a military drill for both Kahn and Blackwall while Throk was their drill sergeant who woke them up by releasing his killing intent on both the disciples.
"Get into your working clothes you useless shits!
Is that how you want to become a blacksmith?
By sleeping instead of training?!" bellowed the old dwarf.
Yawn!
"What's this? Since when did you start working so early?" asked Kahn who looked like a walking corpse in his half-asleep state.
BANG!
Before he could even react, Throk leaped in the air and punched Kahn in the head.
Crack!
His head was buried in the floor as the tiles were cracked open.
"Inside the forging room, you only address me as Master!" shouted Throk with a visible fire coming out of his eyes.
