Yngur breathed heavily, arms refusing to lift him from the mud. Training was a grueling as ever, and though it was getting easier since the first week he started, it was a constant battle to continue forward. No one moved to help him up, all leaving to rest as Kvigr ordered. Summoning what little strength he had left in his arms, he got to his knees. They could do the rest of the work, being well rested in comparison to the shorter limbs.<br/><br/>The walk was short, and welcomed. The pace was slow thanks to the muck underfoot, but he made it to the barracks with little problem. Showers empty, he washed up and rid himself of the dirt and sweat from the mornings trials, and made his way to the mess hall. Perhaps a quick meal could get him ready for the evening training, however much he doubted it.<br/><br/>The men around him payed no mind. Nary a glance was turned his way as he sat with his meal. The insults had died within the first couple weeks, and frankly Yngur was fine with that. Living up to their expectations was never a goal for the "giant." Still, the solitude it brought was uncomfortable, and he even longed for the harmful camaraderie of his kin. But this was in the past, and if he would earn his fathers name he would handle these trials of his commander, Or die trying.