It was a crisp day to be out and about, but it wasn't too windy and no active blizzard battered them, and Jigano let his feet wander towards the Settlement to check in with friends and allies and collect supplies for the farm. Machinations of his own had begun to turn in his facile brain, as well, and he had some loose notions of improving his strength and speed and skill to make them come to fruition. So it was that his first stop was at the barracks, not expecting to have much luck today but hoping to ask a ready militia member when their General would return.
Instead he was directed out back, to where a familiar dark head was constructing more targets for the weapons and ire of those who wished to learn offensive patterns of engagement. His mouth quirked into a smile that had been rare of late, soft foot steps whispering over the snow as he glided to a halt, wrapping his cloak a little more warmly around himself.
"What training regimen are you designing today?" He called, ambling over to the newly-married man, settling beside him to admire the swinging practice dummy upon its inverted perch.
Instead he was directed out back, to where a familiar dark head was constructing more targets for the weapons and ire of those who wished to learn offensive patterns of engagement. His mouth quirked into a smile that had been rare of late, soft foot steps whispering over the snow as he glided to a halt, wrapping his cloak a little more warmly around himself.
"What training regimen are you designing today?" He called, ambling over to the newly-married man, settling beside him to admire the swinging practice dummy upon its inverted perch.
