“Thank you, friend! Without glory and battles, I wouldn’t be who I am.” Zulak pounded his fist against his chest.
“So, tomorrow I need to become twice as strong!” he said, pausing his gaze on the stranger. “And the day after tomorrow, four times stronger! And then…” He couldn't count that far, so he left a meaningful pause.
“I am a mad rat slayer,” she says, and disappears.
Zulak can stay in the training halls to temper his body and spirit, or go somewhere else.