The clashing, clanging sound of clashed sword, the gruelling sound of men carrying heavy weights, the moaning of men being slammed, tossed, pinned on the ground fill the morning as Dorian walks towards the balcony overseeing the training field….
It was a regular sight to him, but for one addition….
There, she saw Abigail was moaning and groaning as she has to stand up from the ground while carrying a heavy log on her right shoulder that she has to repeat with her other left one…
And after that, she has to carry a heavy log across her shoulder and walks from end to end of the training field, pushing heavy loaded sled for a distance before pulling it back to the starting point in seated position….
She was clearly exhausted, but the lashing of the bullwhip from the Aaron, the drillmaster,
