He had gone to sleep still thinking of the man that he had met and wondering about him mainly...among other things. The next day he woke before getting dressed to go and get some work done before he went to talk to his current mentor.
Crowe woke from a fitful sleep, he had nightmares again...of his comrades dying, of the unarmed men and women he had been forced to kill. He lay in bed for a few minutes longer staring up at his ceiling before rolling out of bed and heading towards his sword. He needed to do his morning exercises. He picked up his sword and slipped on his shoes. Crowe opened his door and raised his hand to block the sun, it was just a little bit after dawn.
Once outside he did a few stretches and then started moving through his forms, his sword cutting through the air as he went.