[Training] makes me that much stronger

WESSEX out of the night that covers me A fool in some regards, maybe, but she does not forget names or faces. Especially not of tall cobblers who speak funny foreign languages. Rather than turn tail and run, Are seems eager to continue, a definite change from the last time they’d met. She smiles, tight-lipped and set, foregoing armor and helmet in order to keep herself light and quick. “Good. A warm-up then, yeah?” She motions back to the arena, to the uneven dirt and the obstacles - which will actually be avoided. “Three times around the arena to get the blood flowing.” Or not-blood, in this case. Without looking to see if he follows, Wessex start out at a brisk jog, going through the motions she doesn’t need to go through. Just to see what this shoe-maker turned soldier is actually made of. Dare she say she’s hoping to be impressed? Just a little bit. Something. Anything! Fine, maybe she should set her sights on just being not terribly disappointed. black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul