Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28667390-20160607034822/@comment-27773183-20160608025110

Fenrir was at the training grounds at the side of Mistveil Keep, personally observing the off-duty guardsmen sparing.

He pointed to a guard in the corner who was looking around at the others and spoke out, "Keep your mind on your opponent! If this was a real battle you'd be face down in the dirt."

The guard nodded slightly and turned back to his sparmate.

After a few moments, Liesta walked over. "How goes their training, hon?"

Fenrir looked over at her. "A bit sloppy. But more or less ready for skirmishes."

"And if there is a full blown assault here?"

Fenrir paused for a bit. "There is no way that can happen real soon. They'll be ready for them by then."

Liesta rolled her eyes. "Mhm, sure." She said as she looked at the sparing group.

"Didn't the steward wanted to speak with you?" Liesta asked.

"Oh, I forgot about that. I better get going."

"Yeah, best not to anger her. See ya, Hon." Liesta said as she walked back into the Keep.