The group stepped aboard the vessel carrying them back to Forad. It was much bigger with a floor for dormitories. It looked worn and rough, with a mast roughly two times larger than the ship that brought them there.

Tycondris had a sack that was slung over his shoulder. “For a guy who’s been imprisoned for years, you spent no time obtaining luggage.” said Anarion. Tycondris laughed. He was clean-shaven, he also bathed which he could not do as a prisoner. “Amma helped me pick out some clothes yesterday. She’s such a nice kid.”

Anarion smirked. "Good to hear, wish I had something new to wear. This old uniform doesn't fit me anymore." Tycondris's eyes lit up, forgetting something as he got on the boat. "Follow me, she had a new Ghee made for you. I've got it." Anarion gave Tycondris a funny look. "Don't you typically measure someone before ordering clothes?"

Tycondris laughed again. “I guessed. Hopefully, it fits.” Anarion walked with Tycondris down to the passenger rooms. They had notes on the door indicating which room belonged to whom. Anarion and Tycondris were side by side at the end of the hall.” He placed his belongings down then dug through the bag for his new Ghee.

He pulled it out and threw it at Anarion. “Go try it on kid.” Anarion went into his room, there was a window in it. The room was extremely small, big enough for a bed, and a little bit of standing room. The floor was rather rough, so you could not go barefoot. Anarion removed his old Ghee and put the new one on, it fit perfectly.

Stepping out of the room Tycondris greeted him. “Looking good kid. While it’s going to be weird seeing you with clothing from here on out, they seem to fit quite well.” Anarion nodded. “Yeah, it’s surprising actually.” Tycondris put his arm on Anarion's shoulder, with a devious look he said “Be sure to go thank her.”

Anarion was slightly disturbed by his tone. “Yeah, I’ll go do that now.” Anarion passed by Tycondris and stepped on to the deck of the ship. Amma was looking out into the Ocean. Anarion shouted “Thanks for the new Ghee.” which startled Amma so much she slipped and fell.

Anarion explored the ship. Despite its terrible appearance on the outside and in the dorms, on the deck, it was quite nice. Anarion found a nice quiet place towards the back of the ship. He decided it would make a perfect training area. Reunited with his Katana, Anarion began some strike training.

Moments after he began Bwoire and Tycondris came around the corner. They were having a conversation about The Swordsman Order. Anarion ignored them and continued to train. “Working hard? I don’t regret throwing you in that arena,” said Bwoire appearing suddenly in front of Anarion. Glaring at Bwoire Anarion said. “Don’t ruin my concentration you pointy-eared bastard.” Bwoire laughed playfully. “So hostile, Tycondris spoke so highly of you. But personality-wise you have not changed one bit.”

Anarion yelled “Unlike you I like Tycondris. Fuck off and let me concentrate!” Tycondris laughed. “That’s just his armor. Anarion has difficulty expressing himself, so he just treats everyone with cold indifference and hostility.” Anarion glared at Tycondris. “You can shut up too old man!” Tycondris laughed again. “See? He’s quite self-conscious and shy. It took me five months of pestering him to get his true personality.”

Anarion sheathed his Katana and left. Both Bwoire and Tycondris were laughing merrily at his expense. Making his way to the front deck, Amma, Falcon, and Ithilious were lounging. Anarion gave them a look of disdain, then continued his training. Seeing Anarion training while they were taking it easy made Amma feel uncomfortable, so she pulled out her Katana to train.

Two hours passed. Falcon and Ithilious were still nursing their wounds from the matches earlier that day. The sun was setting into the distance. Neither Anarion nor Amma stopped. Bwoire and Tycondris came to interrupt again, but this time they had been drinking. Each holding a bottle of whiskey in hand.

Not wanting any interruptions, Anarion returned to his previous training spot. Unbeknownst to him, Tycondris follow him. Just when he was about to resume Tycondris put his arm around Anarion. “Kid, you are too serious as always.” His speech was slurred. He could barely understand a word Tycondris was saying.

A big stupid smile crossed his face. “Kid, Amma’s one quality woman. I’m surprised you have not made a move yet. If I were twenty-five years younger, I’d be begging at this point.” Tycondris laughed out loud. Anarion coldly replied. “Not interested. I still need to surpass my brother.” Tycondris gave Anarion an odd look. “Do you prefer guys?” Anarion glared at Tycondris “No, I am heterosexual.”

Laughing some more Tycondris said “Cmon kid, you could use a little romance in your life. Most men would die for a chance to be with her. Not only is she attractive but she’s nice.” Anarion removed Tycondris’s shoulder and resumed his strike training. “You’re so cold kid, there is more to life than being better than someone. Cmon I’ll be your wingman.” Right at that moment Tycondris ran to the side of the ship and vomited.

"No thanks," said Anarion coldly. He was amping up his strike training, clearly annoyed by Tycondris pestering him about things that are none of his business. Once he stopped vomiting he laid down on the deck floor on his side. "You're no fun kid. How can you live such a boring life." Anarion stopped, sheathed his Katana then picked up Tycondris.

While walking to the dorms Amma noticed Anarion carrying Tycondris and decided to take the other shoulder. “I told him not to drink the whole thing. He’s been sober for so long, he’s bound to be a lightweight despite his size.” Anarion simply replied, “Yeah, thanks.” Dragging him down to the dorms was awkward for Amma, this was the closest she had been to Anarion in awhile.

She was visibly blushing but Anarion ignored it when he put Tycondris on his bed, facing on his right side. He closed the door then began walking towards the deck. At the end of the hall was Bwoire, he had been watching the whole time. “You’re so cold,” he said as Anarion passed by. “Go choke on your vomit you pointy eared shithead,” said Anarion right after.

Bwoire continued to laugh playfully. Anarion returned to his quiet spot and continued to train into the late hours of the night.