Three days had passed, and Drai was still kowtowing in Misty Forest. He was starving and dehydrated, surviving only on a few droplets of morning dew in a vain attempt to quench his thirst. His bladder was starting to hurt too, but he didn't worry about it too much, thinking that he would just heal any internal damage with some essence.
For Drai, three whole days were precious time that could've otherwise been spent training and gathering essence, probably around one-third's worth of a level. But he didn't care that his progress was stalling—this might be the only chance he would ever have here to reach the outside world.
