THUD

The training dummy bursts into a mix of straw and splintered wood as Caspar's fist delivers one final, hard punch, his handwraps protecting him from any splinters.

"Alright!" he exclaims, grinning proudly. He's definitely getting stronger. Tomorrow's mission in Remire Village with the strange goings on will be fine, he's going to crush everyone and protect the innocent.

He glances up at the grey sky and sighs, maybe it's time to find Linhardt and go grab some dinner.

Before he can get even a quarter of the way there, a crash of thunder above freezes him to the spot. Goddess, he hates thunder. Its terrifying. It reminds him of his father yelling at him.