Jak Sandrow
"Nobody cares for the woods anymore."
Jak leaned up against the thick stone wall, watching people dueling it out, honing their respective strengths, helping each other get better at what they do.
He needed to hone his skills as well, but there was one issue: He didn't know anyone here.
It had been some time since he had trained here. He could still see remnants of scorch marks where he had trained against Zaiden James. Some nicks on the stone wall showed where he had missed Haven Pryde. Getting up, he walked closer to the wall, hoping to find... there. A metal-cut portrait of Circe Savan.
He held it for a moment, remembering training with Isis.
Throwing the metal framework down, he stood up. Those were days long gone. He was Knight now, and needed training. New training.
He needed to hone his skills as well, but there was one issue: He didn't know anyone here.
It had been some time since he had trained here. He could still see remnants of scorch marks where he had trained against Zaiden James. Some nicks on the stone wall showed where he had missed Haven Pryde. Getting up, he walked closer to the wall, hoping to find... there. A metal-cut portrait of Circe Savan.
He held it for a moment, remembering training with Isis.
Throwing the metal framework down, he stood up. Those were days long gone. He was Knight now, and needed training. New training.