Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen,
Stormbreak's altitude made Deepfrost biting despite its proximity to Torchline, but the training ring was practically cozy within the tight space, hot breath and sweat compounding into a thick atmosphere that was perfect for bare chests and t-shirts. Zavien had already stripped down to just a pair of pants, working his way through a warm-up between greetings and various interruptions from fellow Dragoons.
Sol sat off to the side, perched on a wall as he watched Zavien finish his final rotation of the sword. He took a deep breath, taking a hand to rub out the last bit of tension in the massive scar at his side. Nodding to another familiar face, he spotted one he hadn't expected to see amongst the crowd. Breaking into a grin, he raised a hand in greeting. "Noah. It's great to see you. Are you here for some training?"
Sol sat off to the side, perched on a wall as he watched Zavien finish his final rotation of the sword. He took a deep breath, taking a hand to rub out the last bit of tension in the massive scar at his side. Nodding to another familiar face, he spotted one he hadn't expected to see amongst the crowd. Breaking into a grin, he raised a hand in greeting. "Noah. It's great to see you. Are you here for some training?"
this is your savior speaking.
Zavien
