Gallus broke into a snort and a laugh. Lorag was one of the best fighters he knew. There was no way that Ri'vashi's skills were as simply taught as she said they were. "Come on, I saw that clearly as everyone else here, and I got to fight you the other day as well. Either you can read minds or Lorag told you exactly what he was going to do before you two started fighting. Are you sure there's nothing special about your 'training', Ri'vashi?"

For a while, Janius stood in nervous silence. He had heard about Lorag's fear of physical decline, so he wasn't sure if he should talk about it. Without much else to do, Janius looked to Kaleeth, then to the pit, and then stepped over to pick up weapons to spar with.

"It looks like Gallus and Lorag are free," Sabine said to Peiter, "I will practice." While she spoke, Sabine gave glances at both Lorag and Ri'vashi. She was curious to see if there was anything more to the clan leader as well.

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During the explanation of the muscles of the torso, Tzirret could not help but pale a little under his fur. The cold flesh underneath the skin of the expired prisoner was somewhat unsettling. It reminded him slightly of human bodies where there was no fur obscuring the shapes. Still, he listened attentively and nodded at each important detail. He could hardly not appreciate the complex but cohesive ways that the different muscles lined up and allowed for human movement. There was a lot to take in, but he tried his best.

He made sure to brace himself for when this layer of muscles was peeled back. "It won't...smell underneath, will it?" Tzirret asked nervously. He had a feeling that might tip him over the edge in terms of nausea if he wasn't careful.