Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160803221027

As Miri pushed the door open, she entered into a wide open space, with a padded white floor and blank walls, a studio. In the center two boys traded blows with wooden swords. They were skilled, but not anywhere near masterful. They had proper swings and moved with grace, but they flinch when they thought they'd be hit, and recieved a strike once to often.

An older man, perhaps in his seventies or eighties, stood off the side, fingers laced at his waist as he watched the boys spar.

He noticed Miri entered, but did not greet her just yet, instead turning his attention to the two young men.