[PQ] all the scarred, all the beautiful

Neos

Don't be mistaken
Your bloody time's up

During his explorations through the Citadel, Neos had ended up catching sight of an interesting flyer upon the local notice board, always a good place to look for anything that might be of interest. The thought of someone teaching how to swordfight had caused him to give a little bit of a sideways smirk as he thought of some of his past dabbling in other realms, specifically in sword-and-boarding and wielding two-handed weapons, before deciding it would probably be a neat way to see how different realities adopt the use of their weapons for their own defenses and walking away towards where it said the classes would be held...

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He had walked up towards where at least one other 'customer' had arrived, one that had him raising an eyebrow until he heard the voice of. Neos was not at all surprised that Sah was new to swordfighting as a whole, the former canine didn't have reason to learn the art in the past after all. "Might be a good thing I showed up here, then," Neos said as he walked up, standing beside Sah with a smile on his face. "You faring alright, Sah?"

Unlike the last time Sah had seen him, Neos admittedly had a permanent but faint shiver to his arms now...his scrawny frame was not adjusting well to the cold, even with the thickened clothes he was wearing.

This ain't no game
We're not here to entertain you