Sabine bowed her head forward and waited for the healer to finish scrutinising her potions. As Thorantilth walked away, she thought about what weapon she would use, at least as a mental task to ward off her anxiety. She practiced mostly with a sword with Lorag, but before he allowed her to even draw it, he made her practice with sticks. The first stick was about as long as a sword and she had practiced mostly with that, but she also tried a longer stick with which she was taught a couple of basic spear and staff techniques. The reach helped her quite a bit, but she was still under-practiced. Perhaps it would be an easier decision to make when she met her opponent.

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When he entered, Janius quickly glanced around the room before looking back at Zharanthixil. Even though the Master-Hunter's expression was threatening, Janius held a blank and unassuming face. He was trying to be diplomatic this time. He had hoped that Zharanthixil would have been more open, but he still showed anger. "Zharanthixil. We need to talk. I insist. It won't take long." Janius stood up straight and kept his arms by his sides, but he kept his eyes on the hunter in case he decided to lash out. If Kaleeth's words were true, then he would not have to worry, but he still wanted to be prepared.