The Sasau Province, Bohemia, 1403.

An otherwise miserably rainy shit day had just turned a rather un-shit clear, which, as someone who worked under Sir Radzig for the purposes of the scenario, meant you had no excuse not to train. Not as if people didn't already call you weak for blaming it on the rain. Outside the castle walls, there was a small arena and some awnings set up that housed weapon racks and a bench. Leaning against the arena's fence.

Pretty much immediately clocking you, he shakes his head, and in his usual stern manner, inquires;

"And what have you been doing? Cowering inside because you'd melt in the rain?"