Aranhil was up with the sun the next day. He was also out with it. in the field, he fought any opponents willing to face him. Men, women, children, adults, he didn't care. He liked practicing and training. Everyone had something that he could learn from. "Heh." He grinned at his last opponent and rubbed his jaw. "Nice punch. My teeth still hurt."

He glanced up at his wife's window, wondering when she would wake, and come our to see him. He didn't want her to learn to fight, he didn't like the idea of good wife being hurt. She was too little and delicate. This was a wife better suited to staying inside and taking care of children. 

"How long now until breakfast is served? That usually wakes my wife."