After spending so much time in Cintre, I should have been more accustomed to the fortress. Maybe I should have even had some more people to call friends or, at worst, 'acquaintances,' but Clove and Fern were all I had. Clove was like family at this point, and Fern was my family. Jer was not too bad either, but he felt more like a subordinate than a friend.
The minotaur demihuman followed me whenever he saw me. He wanted to spar with me after what Clove said to him–the details of his conversation with Clove remained a mystery to me–and that's what I did. I sparred with Jer, testing my Chimera form while also practicing shifting into other monsters.
Jer stood no chance. He lost every bout within a minute, but that did not seem to bother the young minotaur demihuman. If anything, it was all the more reason for him to follow me, ask me for pointers, and more. Alas, I was not exactly a war veteran, nor did I know how to help him understand his Bloodline better.
