Training.

Achelle seems to think the dead muscle in my leg will heal if I simply take longer on my daily regiment and eat better. She even went so far as to wager me on it. Seven turns I have to spend double the time on my regiment, a mere three marcs longer, and eat wholesome food.

I made a wager with her, too. In keeping with the regiment, I challenged her to complete my regiment while consuming the same amount of food I normally wood.

We changed her task, as she cannot swim.

I ran five miles, two circuits around the lake, hops on the decking - twice, lifted obsidian chunks in various ways for muscle toning and development. From there, I trekked into the Western Mountains, though this time I did not retrieve any stalks of grass for my meal. I have to eat a hen, daily.

She will have to run ten miles, hops, obsidian lifting, and trek to the Western mountains. For food, she gets a handful of grass stalks three times. Once on her first day, again mid-week, then finally at the conclusion of the week.

I told her to go ahead and pay me the earnings, but she actually believes she'll succeed.