Tower - Room 91c

You return to the training room. The students have maintained their spellcasting stances, but look exhausted and unable to focus their energies. Fizzles and wisps of smoke are all they can muster. You greet the spellblade and hand him the apple.

That will do. Give it here.

He takes a large bite, devouring half the fruit instantly. He mumbles something and unlocks the door. You graciously nod and leave.