Manfrid's POV.
I was sitting at the bar in 'The Happy Hound', waiting for Joseph to return from his training session with my Lycans and the Rogues.
He had been drilling them extra hard the last couple of days. He had them out before sunrise every morning and only dismissed them again late at night. I was actually surprised that none of them had thrown in the towel yet. My Lycans certainly weren't used to this kind of physical punishment, and Rogues didn't like taking orders from anyone, but Joseph had a way with them. He connected to the psycho inside all of them.
Joseph tried to order me to join his training regiment as well, but I outright refused. Joseph wasn't my boss, and I wasn't taking orders from him. I knew how to fight and I could handle myself. I didn't need training like the
