Caspian liked the cold, as it reminded him of home. So every morning he woke up about an hour before dawn to walk around in the brisk air before everyone else was awake. He walked from the first cohort barracks to the lake, which had frozen over in the cold weather, and back to the camp. He entertained himself for a while, slicing dead branches off trees with his cutlass, melting snow and then watching the boiling water react on the frozen ground. It wasn't the most fun in the world, but it stopped him from talking to himself. He was about to go into the first cohort barracks to grab a jacket before everyone got up. He didn't exactly like people seeing his arms, but he saw no reason to wear a jacket when no one else was up. About 20 meters from the door, he heard footsteps coming from the second cohort barracks. Wondering who else was up this early, he went to go investigate, only to have a knife almost slice his nose off. He mentally smacked himself for not being aware of it, before saying a simply "Hello" to the girl who had thrown the knife in the first place. She seemed a bit familiar, which he attributed to the fact that the first and second cohorts often worked together.