"OHHHHHHHHHHH." Quanil watches all of Mr. Sunjata's demonstrations carefully. "Well, I'm very glad your hand is better now! And not just because it means you can train me ."
They chuckled in return and nodded. "I think I'm going to be a professional scrivener. So if I can't write, then I won't get work. Also, I like copying texts for the guild." They smiled. "You're a very good trainer, sir! And I haven't even punched anything yet!" They tried to hold their hand -well, fist - the right way, not too loose, not too tight.
But of course Mr. Sunjata would want to show them how to do it properly, without getting hurt! He's a very good man.
They chuckled in return and nodded. "I think I'm going to be a professional scrivener. So if I can't write, then I won't get work. Also, I like copying texts for the guild." They smiled. "You're a very good trainer, sir! And I haven't even punched anything yet!" They tried to hold their hand -well, fist - the right way, not too loose, not too tight.
But of course Mr. Sunjata would want to show them how to do it properly, without getting hurt! He's a very good man.
