Fuzzy: Sparring Pit
Early the next morning, Cyrus rose and donned his armor. Grabbing his shield and the wooden weapons he'd bought in dwarf town after his conversation with Zauria, he made his way to the sparring ring he'd asked her to meet him in the previous afternoon.
There, he set down the heavy, long wooden great sword and spent a few minutes acclimating to the wooden longsword he'd chosen for himself. The pommel felt slick and he worried about it sliding out of his hands and made a mental note to add some texture to the pommel for use in the future.
He moved through his practice forms, reliving past battles and considering new ways to use his sword and shield together. He wondered if a visit to the sword schools wouldn't be of more value than he'd originally considered, but that was to come later in the week. Instead he focused on training his own body prior to the arrival of Zauria for her own training.