-Chapter Twelve-
The Three Gars
We found ourselves sitting at the stone cold floor of the blacksmith shed once again, waiting in the midst of countless glinting blades while the girl called Alice prepared some tea. Keith had finally removed her, I mean, his clothes and was rummaging through the counter. “So,” he started. It felt a little weird to the ears. He had a pretty soft voice so I always assumed he was a girl under that cloak, but now that I think about it, it does kind of sound like a boy’s. “You’re saying that we’re classmates in this academy for ‹‹Chroniclers&rsaq