Grey spent his time looking around the room as more people entered. Such pitiful creatures, he truly felt sad for them. He saw Laziryth as nothing but his master's guard dog, and Salis as a cunning woman, manipulating her husbands every move. And then there was Mike himself. The man was naive to think that so many people would follow him without motive, but he paid well, and the job was good, so Grey couldn't complain. He shook Riamah's hand with his lower right arm, as was customary, although he had never seen her before, perhaps she was a new addition to their little group. "The name's Grey. I don't believe we've met before." He stated, his expression remaining cold and unmoving as it always was when not in battle. He then turned to Mike as he introduced him.
"Alright people. Today will start off simple. I know that some of you have not experienced the fury of war in quite some time, so I believe it is time for a wake up call. War can come upon us at any moment, from any place. We must be ready. For a start, I suggest you pair up with someone whose dueling skill at least somewhat matches your own. The only rule is: do not hold back. And do try to keep the other person alive." He monologued, before moving to the corner to assess each of their personal skill levels for the next part of the training.