Banagan stepped back and knelt down. He laid his sword on the ground before brushing his hair back out of his face. Breathing heavily, he looked up at the practice dummy that he’d been attacking and considered what he would do next.
Banny looked over his shoulder to see one of the trainers watching him from the edge of the practice yard. He pushed against the ground and stood up. Leaning over, he knocked the dirt off his knees and then reached down to picked up his weapon. Putting his sword in its scabbard, he then walked over the trainer and stood at attention. “Yes, sir.”
“I believe that dummy probably had it coming,” the trainer said with a smirk. Banagan shrugged slightly in response. “How’re you feeling?”
“Ready to jump right back at it, eh?”
“Just like your father,” the trainer offered with a grin.
“That’s what I’ve been told.”
“Well I’m afraid that will have to wait, son. We’ve got other matters to attend to.”
“Is something wrong?” Banny asked, a slight look of confusion on his face.
“Not for you,” the trainer said. “You’re moving on. So go get your bags packed.”
“Moving on? Does that mean..”
“That’s right,” the trainer nodded. “You’re time here in Northshire is done. You’re heading on to Stormwind.”
“Stormwind,” Banny repeated as his eyes widened a bit.
“That’s where you wanted to go, right?”
“Well, time’s come. There’s a group of us who are heading there in two hours time. Figure it’s as good a time for you to get on your way as well.”
“Don’t just stand there, son. Get that goofy look off your face and get your gear together. Be ready to go in two hours or you get to stay here until the next supply wagon comes at the end of the week.”
“Yes, sir,” Banny said, having completely failed to get the grin off his face. “I’ll be right there.” He turned and started jogging towards the main doors of the abbey.
“I said two hours,” the trainer called out, but Banagan had already ducked into the doorway. “That kid,” he added with a quiet chuckle.
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