Bristle mentally winced, being singled out already? And what was this about sleeping for months? They could've have been out for more than a couple days right? Bristle reluctantly walked next to the master and stood there awaiting orders. So far the master made magic sound less fun and more like some sort of intense training thing. He was kind of intimidated by the thought that attempting to rush the process could kill them, what if he messed up? He swallowed nervously.