[Training] [se] these years of infinity

Deimos With the introductions completed, and the companions satisfied (no one seemingly in danger), he motioned towards the target, the short walk and jaunt over rock outcroppings insubstantial at best. Noting the enthusiasm, and since this was a life the older man had clearly left behind, he obliged and indulged with an affable smile. “Was Kor your god?” That seemed to be the legions and cultures in distinction amongst Caido; all clustered and coiled together with opposing figures and forces, but synced in the same aspects. Different names. Different meanings. Different foundations, but influential all the more. He grabbed hold of his blade again, content with the hilt resting into his calloused hands, the familiar, tangible, glorifying weight. “A Monster Hunter’s guild.” As for training, he’d always been an individual intending to utilize all manners. “I figured we would have weapons, magic, and attuned measures.” A variety for those who came and went through the halls – and the accepted notions of continuing that practice permitted another soft smile in the corner of his mouth. “I have not used the spear much.” Perhaps he could be the learner for once, instead of the instructor. “Do you have any weapons for yourself?” If not, that would be an easy thing to overcome. Out of sight and out of mind Make everything alright So let the sky and sea collide Just not in our lifetime