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Relkhiras shook his head. At that moment, those words seemed foolish to him. Why would he need to learn how to wield armor when his trusty sword – he involuntarily touched the hilt of Vi'Dar – would always be with him? But now, those words sounded different. Now he understood that his teacher had been entirely right. After drinking the elixir, the Visterian felt an almost physical need to learn something new. So, he took the helmet, grabbed a cloth, polished it, and raised the visor. For a moment, he closed his eyes – and remembered almost every word, every movement of his mentor, who, in his wisdom, had taught him to wield all types of traditional weapons. Most of this knowledge had faded over the years, like any knowledge that doesn't find practical application. But after drinking the elixir, he remembered all the necessary theory. All that remained was to reinforce it with practice.
Relkhiras opened his eyes and lowered the helmet onto his head. He sat perfectly still.
Relkhiras opened his eyes and lowered the helmet onto his head. He sat perfectly still.