The Northerner recruits almost crawled into the canteen on their first evening, and Sidney, the Northerner, didn't laugh—because they had been pretty much the same yesterday.
The volume of training in the morning seemed plenty, but when compared with the afternoon's, it felt like a gentle breeze of Spring.
And considering the larger stature of the Northerners, the veterans in each company voluntarily added another ten percent to the load.
Consequently, it was only a matter of time before some fell out of line, and it was Durin who couldn't bear to see it and thus didn't allow the veterans to dock these young men's rations.
"Lord Durin has a sharp tongue yet a silky heart; in the end, he is kind-hearted," remarked a captain of the constabulary from the North, sighing.
