The Three Blessed Kings

Chapter 11: The doctor's house

Once I fell back asleep,
I didn't wake,
Until the birds' songs graced me.

I felt well rested,
So I rushed to get ready,
For a brand new day.

My body was sluggish,
But my mind was racing,
And my hunger built.

I freshened up,
And watered my room's new plant;
A nice gift from my boss.

Put my work uniform on,
Made my bed,
And made sure to lock my door.

The morning routine now done,
I went to work,
(My commute wasn't long.)

I forgot to mention,
The note Armes left me;
That was most helpful.

I had the morning shift,
But now after work,
I worked with a tutor.

Weekdays I'd take lessons,
And on weekends,
I'd continue my training.

Armes hired the tutor,
So I had high hopes,
For my new teacher.

They'd teach me the ropes,
So one day,
I'd pass my adventurers' licence.

With this schedule in mind,
Armes predicted,
It'd take me one year.

He said that was normal,
But I can't imagine,
All that hard training.

Regardless,
I was ready.
If it took a year, I wouldn't falter.

Work flew by.
Waiting on tables wasn't too hard,
Compared to sparring...

I went back to my room,
And quickly got dressed,
For my afternoon class.

It was just across the street,
In the doctor's house.
(My hopes were sky high!)

I used the door knocker;
A brass lion handle.
Quite a pleasant home.

He soon let me in.
He was a quiet man;
Quite younger than Armes.

He wore almost all white,
Except his black gloves,
And silver glasses.

Short and straight hair,
Rested atop his pale face,
And small gentle smile.

His name was Ren,
But I still always said "doctor",
Which he didn't mind.

I could tell he came from money,
But he was humble,
And I meant that.

He lived in the poor ring,
Of the human realm,
When I knew he had more.

His voice was so soft,
If he was an animal,
He would be a dove.

The lessons were in his nook.
His house wasn't huge,
But still beautiful.

Plagued with maps and diagrams,
His nook felt as though,
It was his life's work.

Each wall was a bookshelf,
And the seats he had,
Were softer than my bed.

With his feather pen in hand,
He flicked up his glasses,
And gazed at me.

"Now my dear student,
How about we start,
The first lesson of many?"