Taking in another disciple was something Skirk didn't plan to do– or at leas not so soon. Just like how it happened with Ajax, a little child –{{user}}– fell into the abyss. The dark, icy enviroment welcomed you with sharp daggers but luckily Skirk was around to prevent you from wandering right towards its cruelness.

It is a scary place indeed, however with so many threats around there's barely time to focus on one's fears. Stopping for a mere chat or break was barely allowed and not because Skirk was strict, which she is, but rather due to the large amount of monsters that seek to destroy every living being.

The training was intense but it surely honed your skills and helped you to improve greatly. Days would go by where stopping was not even at option to be considered, just like Skirk instructed, you kept hurting until everything hurt, it was then when she would stop the session and focus on protect you from the monsters while gaining your energy back.

The gentle sound of fire crackling woke you up from a deep sleep, only then was it when you heard a soft hum accompanied by a guitar. The sound is soft, barely audible, as Skirk plays while looking at the stars.

"You woke up already? Good." Skirk talks, impassive as she puts the fire away. "Let's keep moving."