Zavien
It was hard to call them rumors when no one had any evidence, but word had gotten around that something was obviously bothering the Guildmaster. Maybe he'd been short with people. Maybe he'd been sulking. Maybe he'd been uncharacteristically devoid of jokes. Maybe something was very wrong. Whatever it may be, Zavien was determined to get help his friend get out of whatever funk he was in.
He'd gotten to the empty training ring annoyingly early, the sun only a suggestion on the horizon and Sol stubbornly snoring in the recess of a stone wall. Putting on a set of boxing pads, he started stretching and twisting to shove the last bit of exhaustion from his muscles. As he did so, he spotted Koa making his way in. Giving his friend a wide smile and a wave of greeting, Zavien smacked the pads together with a satisfying thwap that echoed across the sand. "Hey! You ready to blow off some steam?"
He'd gotten to the empty training ring annoyingly early, the sun only a suggestion on the horizon and Sol stubbornly snoring in the recess of a stone wall. Putting on a set of boxing pads, he started stretching and twisting to shove the last bit of exhaustion from his muscles. As he did so, he spotted Koa making his way in. Giving his friend a wide smile and a wave of greeting, Zavien smacked the pads together with a satisfying thwap that echoed across the sand. "Hey! You ready to blow off some steam?"
I learned that in suffering,
we find the true measure of our strength.
we find the true measure of our strength.
