The next few weeks were rather monotonous as our training continued and most of the time we were too tired to hang out when we returned to the inn.
Luckily there was a place to wash up near the inn or otherwise I am sure that I would have permanently had the smell of sweat. Everyone seemed to be worked to the bone and usually when we returned to the inn we would grab some food before collapsing on our beds.
In one of the few conversations I had with the others, I was able to learn a little about their daily routines and they seemed just as tortuous as mine.
April probably had it the worst because she had the largest change from her old life. While she did exercise a little bit back home, she never really got into it, preferring not to get too many muscles.
