Chapter 253: Captain on Deck As I settled into the dreamscape, Konstantin rushed to me. “Ready to resume your training?” I wasn’t sure if this was my subconscious missing the old man or him being his regular annoying self. A slight pain of loss lingered, as I didn’t know if he still lived. How involved had he been in the plot? I wish I had taken a sample of his blood during Hound training; not knowing would nag at me and make me anxious at every shadow, expecting him to step out.“Not tonight, Konstantin; I have to study some Elvish.” I pointed at Scholar Favian.Konstantin had a sour expression on his face. “What good do you think it will do to talk with your enemies if you can’t defend yourself from their blades?” he spat on the ground and walked away.Scholar Favian smiled. “Don’t worry. He will cool down after a time. You need my instruction?” I rarely conversed with Favian in the dreamscape but he seemed eager to help.Unfortunately, the extent of Scholar Favian’s knowledge was limited to my own. The good news was that during my time with him, we spent hours reviewing the Elvish language and script. I had spent long sessions with the scholar working on my pronunciation and practicing with verb tenses in Caelora.I exited the dreamscape every two hours to check on our ship, but only pitch-black night and the rush of water greeted me when I looked through the small porthole. From the height of the porthole, I thought it was made to piss out of. At least, that was what I used it for.While working on Elvish pronunciation, I walked the deck during the day. The Shorebreaker was rolling a bit with the waves, and I assumed the mage had exhausted his aether. Only a handful of crew dressed in thin, loose (...)