Heroist
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Today, Hargon and Cassius will not be training alone – the constable is already drilling squires and soldiers in the parade ground. In the meager rays of the March sun, several dozen people are fighting with wooden swords and staves, hitting targets on horseback and on foot, lifting stones and sandbags, and Raimund, walking among them, dispensing motivational speeches and disciplinary blows, feels like a king.
-- Cassius! Hargon! That's right – why listen to bards when these sweaty guys are already putting on a concert of blissful training agony right here? Watch carefully, pups – if you train as diligently as these men, maybe you'll win a tournament someday. Or at least not die in the very first real battle. So, what are we going to train?
—Endurance (or whatever increases HP), he says in response.
Whatever