Part 508: Frederick C

This exercise really works the stomach muscles. Ready? Just 300 this time! 299... 298... 297...

Going... to... die...

*from the distance*

That's some dedication, Robin.

That's enough for today. Remember to hydrate and eat your hardtack. Diiiis-MISSED!(Robin leaves)

What a taskmaster. I thought he'd never finish.

Look at Robin with those fools... I hope they realize she belongs to me. I suppose I could curse them all. ...Gods, that would take forever. It would be easier to just curse Robin. A stink spell, perhaps? If she caused people to pass out and retch, I'd have her all to myself! ...Except that she would smell like an outhouse. Hmm... Maybe a different plan...

Come at last, eh, Tharja? I fear you missed the session.

Oh. ...Darn.

We did look for you, but it's important that we keep to schedule. In the end, I had to start Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour without you.

But seeing as you're here, I suppose I can work in a private session.

Um... Actually, that's not... Oh dear gods...

(time passes)

Next up, biceps! I should warn you, this may burn a little. Aaand ONE! Aaaaaand TWO! AAAAAAND THREE!

*Pant, pant* Wh-what's...happening to me... Vision... fading... Blackness... everywhere...

...I say, Tharja. You appear to be unwell. Let's pick this up again tomorrow. Get a night's rest and eat some beans.

*Huff, huff* T-tomorrow... You're.. joking... Why... want...*huff* torture me...?

A sound body leads to a sound mind. You're just a little out of shape is all. See you tomorrow at dawn. (leaves)

...I'm... a dark mage... *huff* Don't need biceps... the size... of beer barrels...