The days continued in a certain pattern. The new recruits of Thornefang, alongside the soldiers from the Capital, could be heard training under Sir Thalos early in the morning until late at night.
Sir Thalos drove the capital soldiers and the Thornefang recruits as if they were iron being forged on an anvil.
Dawn saw them marching until their legs trembled, midday had them firing volley after volley with arquebuses until their shoulders bruised, and night was for drilling in discipline until their arms hung heavy like lead.
The capital soldiers, once proud of their crisp uniforms, soon found themselves soaked in sweat, mud, and powder smoke. More than one cursed under their breath, but none dared voice it where Sir Thalos could hear.
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Lucen and Robert continued creating and improving various things. The sound of explosions and manic laughter could be heard every now and again.
