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When there is not a baby to be discreetly kept clean, fed and happy, it seems fairly obvious to Havelock that he should catch up on his training.

Stretches, knife-throwing, and a modest amount of climbing completed, the assassin now stands at the very edge of the Whomping Willow - not too close, he's not stupid - using the flailing ends of branches for fencing practise.

Don't... surprise him.