Habits die hard. Despite sleeping very late at night, Michelle woke before sunrise and was ready for her morning workout. She decided to wake up Victor too and knocked on his door. “Hey! I’m heading to the park. Come train with me. Let’s see what you got,” she yelled before banging the door once more. There was no way any normal human could sleep through her banging. In fact, all the noise had made the couple in the room next to him groan in disbelief.
Michelle didn’t wait for him to respond. If she had to drag him out for training, then he probably wasn’t worth the trouble. As she walked out of the inn, she found a small boy trundle along the street looking very sad. Usually, she wouldn’t have cared, but she was in a particularly good mood this morning. So, she approached him and ruffled his hair before kneeling to be at his eye level. “What’s wrong, boy?” she asked. “Our master is ill. So, there is no one to train us this morning,” he said, almost tearing up. She smiled and gave a soft sigh. The woman had no idea why she chose to do this, but she already spoke the words before she could rethink it. “I’ll train you lot,” she said.