Like clockwork, the Ice Master woke up at the same time each day—as dawn broke. It was difficult for him to fall into deep sleep anyway. Spending a few hundred years in training, constantly getting up at the same time, day in and day out got one used to it. He was usually the first of his sect to wake up, and sometimes he was glad for it as he sat at the edge of the precipice, watching the sun rise and appreciating the silence.