Guy walked into the swords practice room and sighed, as he didn't really want to deal with the swordsmen who think there better than him, the way of a spear wielder was modest and loyal, just like the styles and technique of the spear. He sighed as he sat next to luz, hoping maybe then they wouldn't laugh at his sword skills, as he never even glanced at them with ideas of using them, more of just seeing them as a toy, thought he respected anyone who focus there life to he use of them, but he did to anyone who focused so much on there art: painters, philosophers, blacksmith, still he wasn't very eager to be here.