She gasps.
“That… was the prince? No wonder he was…”
She clasps her hand closely together.
“Oh no…”
I’ve made a face of myself…
“I guess… we start tomorrow right? Well… five hours everyday… 2 in the morning and 2 in the afternoon, 1 in the evening… Seems standard…” She starts mumbling and going over some stuff.
“Why me…?” She wonders.
The landlady hands over a sheet to the three. There are timetables and rules.
A timetable?
“These timetables are to be followed loosely. As long as you come back to the hut by nightfall, everything will be ok.” She smiles. EAT, TRAIN, SLEEP, explore(?)
“Timetables… Urgh… Huh? Explore? This prince…”