"They tend to be more realistic." Morgan agreed, something close to a joking tone in her voice as well as the smile. She liked those that tried even when they did not have all the skills to yet succeed; it spoke of determination and a lack of embarrassment, something that had no place on a battlefield.
Her smile though, just like Chulanes, began to quickly fade as the world seeped back into the moment. "Anything you want, you can borrow from the guard's supply." She offered, thinking if Chulane got a taste for fighting he might become one of her guards: she could dream, anyway. He had a good spirit for it and had better skills than a lot of the younger members she trained.
"Well -- if you want another session, find me. I train usually at least once a day." Morgan told him briefly, before picking up her hammer to go.
{FIN}
