Nora
The Frostfall's training grounds were expansive and rugged, with the ground beaten solid over time. The air was thick with the scent of dust, cold steel, and sweat. Various weapon racks lined the perimeter, their contents gleaming menacingly under the light. In the distance, soldiers drilled, their shouts and the clang of metal echoing through the area.
Clyde led me to a relatively quiet corner, casually grabbing a training sword from a nearby rack, and weighing it in his hand with the ease of someone who knew his weapons well.
"Aren't you supposed to let Jason Brown teach me?" I asked, curiosity piqued. "Why did you decide to coach me yourself?"
"Jason ran into a little trouble on his way back—Rogues were causing a ruckus in Windmill Valley, and he stopped to help clear them out,
