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Tholme glanced at the ceiling before shaking her head, the old wood didn't look sturdy and even though they were both small she feared they wouldn't be strong enough. She walked over the spot she'd seen and dropped her bag from her shoulder, sitting beside it and opening it to remove the remains of the food they'd taken from the camp. She split it, giving half to Miriam and keeping the other half for herself.
"What do you think the next trial will be?" She asked, wiping her hands on her trousers and pulling out the first of her knives for their daily once over and sharpening.
"Well we have an edurance run at leats tomorrow...I'm guessing maybe more speed drills..agility maybe..." Mir said she lay her bedroll out and flopped onto it letting out an off, her face still hurt from the fight earlier. She lay on her back on her bedroll. The room was empty now,
"We don't have to head out to do anything or make any reports right?" she asked.
Tholme shook her head, sheathing her knives and turning to Miriam at her noise of pain. "Got in some good hits on you, did they?" She asked, teasingly before spreading her roll like Miriam had. "You're probably right about the trials. Though I'm warning you, for endurence your going down" She flashed her a cheeky grin before sobering up.
"I wanna hit up a few places in town tomarrow, to see whats been happneing in the underground sense I've been gone" There were some rebells hiding in the city that had worked with her last time, and she hoped they'd still be there, not wantin to think about what had happened to them to make them leave. She also wanted to see what information Rings had gathered for her on such close notice. Though he seemed fleeting and untrust worthy, Tholme knew he had a soft spot for her, as much as she loathed him for it. He was the king of thieves and she was the master spy, so they seemed to get along well enough. And both had means to ruin the other life, so that may play a part in their loyalty.
"We'll see about that." Mir respond to Tholme saying she was going down. Mir relaxed on the bed roll,
"I'm not hungry..." she muttered, though she enw she should eat she didn't want to do. She just wanted to get some sleep and get these stupid trial over. The king made her jumpy, she knew that the trials beng over wouldn't help. If they won she'd be even closer to the king than before, but at leats it was a goal to look froward too.
Tholme made a disaproving sound in her throat, taking the food back and rewrapping it, [lacing it on top of her bag. "I'll leave it out if you want it later" She layed back down and watched her companions back, seeing the way she was tense and slighty jumpy. "Go to sleep, I'll keep first watch" She said it jokingly, as a reminder of the times theyd spent together on their own in the woods traveling between camps. Hopefully, the little bit of normalcy would be good for both of them. Though Tholme didn't believe a watch was completly nesesary, knowing she may not sleep that night, so close to the place her nightmares frequented.
"Watches are good, then no one can startle us awake or something..." Mir said. She stared at the ceiling, she wasn'ts ure how well she'd sleep. The castle had some pretty horrible memories for her. Mir guessed she be tossing and turning all night no matter what.
Mir sat up,
"You took first last night, it's my turn." Mir half teased. They usually took turns taking first watch. Mir took the food and fiddled with it in her hands looking at it.
Tholme chucked, rolling onto her back and staring up at the darkening ceiling above them. "I don't know if it'd be able to sleep tonight myself" A few of the competitiors who had left before were staggerin gback into the room and falling down on their bed rolls in a drunken sleep. "But i think we'll fare better than those fools" She laughed softly. "you can take first watch, wake me when you want sleep"
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Mir hadn't slept much, she'd only given the watch to Tholme an hour before the trial master rushed in with soem other men and started yelling to get them up,
"Get up we're going on our endurance run." the trial master yelled. Mir mumbled some not-so-nice words under her breath as she stood up and yawned, stretching out, some people were graoning from hangovers as they got up.
Mir turned to Tholme,
"Ready?" she asked as she prepared for the run and jogged out of the building the outside of tehc astle gate was where they were suppose dto gather.
Tholme stood and stretched, following Miriam out of the gates. Sense they were leaving the castle, she assumed this run would be through the city, ending back where they started. She hadn't slept much the night before, only fitfull tosses and turns, being kept awake by the feeling being back in the city gave her. It was like thousands of little bugs crawling all over her, leaving her feelings dirty and skittish.
The sun was bearly peaking over the horizon, giving the city an almost ghostly appearence as fog rose from the beaten dirt street. Almost nobody was up besides their little group of competitors, and many were yet to exit the castle, still getting their minds back into a functional place.
Tholme caught up with Miriam, rolling her head on her neck to work out the kinks of sleeping. "Nothing like a nice morning run to get you going" she said dryly, all sleep gone. A race based on endurence, she was more excited than she let on.
Mir nodded, she liked running long or short, she was really good at short runs though. Mir guessed Tholme would beat her in the endurance run but not by much. They'd probably have a very good chance at getting close to top at this run, most of teh competitors were barely out of bed, soem looked awake and ready though,
"Alright." the trial master said,
"You will run though the town to the forest edge adn back that's about 10 miles. GO!" the shouted. Mir started running her pace easy yet fast pace pulling ahead of the stumbley half alseep half hung over poeple who mad eup a lot of the other con testants and getting ahead of most of the fully awkae ones, exceot for Tholme, who was ahead of her.
"10 miles? We got this Mir" Tholme said, turning her head back and smiling at her companion. "I'm going to bolt it, you?" Without waiting for an answer Tholme picked up her speed slightly. She wasn't the fastest, but she could hold a semi-fast speed for a very long time without slowing. Long distance running for her was almost thereputic, giving her a space to think in the steady, but quick falls of her feet, seemingly endless. It was a different feeling then when she sprinted or raced. As they cut through the town Tholme kept her eyes open for anyone she may know, people she'd worked with before, or people who worked with Rings.
Mir [icked her pace up more getting to near the head of the pack, Tholme was still in front of her up Mir wouldn't try and pass her, in fact she wouldn't try and pick her pace up again until they were about tow miles out then she'd give it all she got. She past through the town quickly avoiding looking at poeple just thinking of the run. She loved running in the morning it prepared her for the day.
They got to the three line and turned around Tholme was still ahead of Mir who was curently in third place a nimble looking younger man behind tholme adn just ahead of her.
On the five mile trip back towards the castle from the treeline Tholme could feel someone keeping pace with her, even gaining slightly. She didn't want to risk looking back and losing her pace, and she judged whether or not she should pick up the pace and hope to hold it faster for the last 5 miles, or continue at her pace now and pick it up in the final stretch of space.
The person came up beside her and she saw it was a man. He was running in pace with her now and she made the descision to pick her pace up now. If she waited, there was always the chance he would pass her, and she wouldn't be able to pass him back.
As they grew nearer to the castle Tholme was still in front of him, but bearly. She could feel he strain of going this fast for such a long distance in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. When they were about a mile from the castle she put on the last boost of speed she had, giving everything to her running. She passed in first, by a good couple feet, and dropped to the ground as soon as entering the gate. She put her arms on her knees, cradeling her head, and trying to even out her breathing, which was speratic. The rest of the contestants passed through the gate then, Miriam being the first behind the man Tholme hadd just beat.
Mir walked over to Tholme and grabbed her arm pulling her to feet,
"Stand up, you know you'll cramp if you don't then everything else with today will be hard." she said. Mir stretched her arms above her head to get rid of the pain in her side,
"Everyone back into the training room." the trial master said. They walked in, some contestants gasped, an agility course had been set up with stomach crawls, climbing, everything that could be needed.
Mir on the other hand wasn't too impressed. Her training grounds had ben roof tops, aleeys, forests, and natural things not a fake course set up in a training room.
Still breathing a little hard Tholme chucked at Miriam and followed her into the training room. The agility course that was set up seemed to easy. And she had no doubts in her mind that Miriam agreed with her. "Ready to show them, once again, that we are better?" She grinned.
Mir nodded, they were again pt in the back of the line,
"You will run through this course once as fast as possible with doing everything properly. If you don't know how to do an obstacle we will show you, though your chances will go down for getting the job." the trial master explain.
The young slim young man who'd come in second for the long distance race turned and looked Tholme and Mir up and down, he grinned at them it wans't a nice grin but it wasn't a mean one either, it was more of an awkward weird smile.
Tholme furrowed her brows at him, turning her face away. "Do you know him?" She whispered, hardly moving her lips. As they approached the course she kept her eyes on him and he moved in and out of the crowd. She couldn't tell if he was getting closer to them, or keeping his distance, but he kept looking back at them. As she listened to the trianing director explain the rules of the course, only half of her was focused on the task.