first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
He’s chosen the Military Barracks again to continue Maea’s training. Some place that was made for this sort of thing, shifting from the still somewhat tattered but open bar and away from the Advocates Guild – seeing as Nate was there and that certainly made things complicated. And now it didn’t matter so much, he finds, no longer married and out of fucks to give. He still comes prepared, a member of the militia at the very least, a few different sized daggers in hand that he sharpens, as well as two wooden ones to start off with.
He wasn’t in the mood to get stabbed, at least.
It was a planned idea, before he works on fixing the Temple, before the trip to Torchline yet again to uncover more of the sunny beaches. This, at least, takes his mind off of everything else. Arriving early, he sets aside a room for training, cups and glasses for water, running a finger along the edge of a blade to check its sharpness while he waits. He looks a bit more tired, but not as exhausted as he has in the last few days since everything. Not quite such dark bags around his eyes, a sore back that was slowly getting better the more he got used to the bed of the Guild again, and things of the like. At least the bar was up in working order, one small relief off his shoulders.
He wasn’t in the mood to get stabbed, at least.
It was a planned idea, before he works on fixing the Temple, before the trip to Torchline yet again to uncover more of the sunny beaches. This, at least, takes his mind off of everything else. Arriving early, he sets aside a room for training, cups and glasses for water, running a finger along the edge of a blade to check its sharpness while he waits. He looks a bit more tired, but not as exhausted as he has in the last few days since everything. Not quite such dark bags around his eyes, a sore back that was slowly getting better the more he got used to the bed of the Guild again, and things of the like. At least the bar was up in working order, one small relief off his shoulders.
up high, but i stay low
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
