[Training] Take Me To Your Level

Longheat pressed down upon the coast with a heavy hand, and Jigano wiped the sweat from his brow as he waited in the shade of the jungle, partway up the great mountain near a distinctive rock formation he'd seen from below. He'd sent a raven to the Citadel, asking Loren to meet him here for some magical training of their own, and he was glad that he'd dressed down for the day, however much it broke his heart to leave his tunic with its many-pocketed sleeves behind.

Torchline did not treat those who dressed in layers kindly, however, so while his pack contained garb more appropriate for returning to the Hollowed Grounds, today the bard was in a rare state of undress, a sleeveless undyed linen shirt with an open front belted loosely over loose, lightweight pants that tucked into thin boots. The jungle wasn't particularly kind either, he'd found, and long pants and boots that would have been foolishly hot down on the beach were much-needed protection from stinging insects and sharp-leaved plants up here. Though the breeze that cut through from the ocean was, at least, steady enough to soothe away the worst of the heat here in this clearing the jungle hadn't quite managed to reclaim from the volcanic stone.

It was fascinating stuff, and he was looking forward to studying it in more detail once he and Loren were done with their practice!