After his last visit to the Winterfell estate, coupled with the process of obtaining a new weapon, it took nearly two days of Cain's time. The time would be extended if, by any chance, he didn't refuse the Winterfell family dinner.
Sure, the real food they served had been a revelation to his palate. Yet, beneath it all, a strange restlessness churned. He realized, with some surprise, that he missed it—the smell of dirt on his morning run.
The boy was a bit taken aback by the thought that he would miss something as mundane as running around the field for hours. However, that activity also helped him grow.
On the dirt track of the training facility, under the warm glow of the rising artificial sun. Hundreds of cadets were running, circling the edge. Their breaths were steady, and they kept gazing at the front spot, watching Cain lead the pack.
