For three days, Ned's routine had been the same. Build his body to match the use of magic and reduce its recoil. Push-ups, pull-ups, and other exercises to improve his growth. Aside from one, running.
"Three hundred!" Ned cried under his breath. Sweat dripped like running water on his forehead. This was his last routine for the day, push-ups. Routine for three days hauled inside a room, the innkeeper thought the best he had.
Ned stood, took a shower, clean his teeth, folded his bed, and wore his casual set of clothes. Glenn insisted that Ned must wear a more freeborn set of clothing. Faded undershirt, piped with an old black tunic, slightly loose dimming white trousers, and black boots laced with leather. He said that Ned looked more innocent with this kind of clothing. Ned agreed, but the clothes the crew given to him were more suitable for long-distance travel and fit accordingly to Ned. While his black and black cloak hung at the wall near the window.
