Soon after parting with the group, the four dummies Samuel requested dropped from the sky, nearly knocking him to the ground. Several minutes of complaining and setting up passed by, and soon, all four of the dummies were set up, roughly three meters apart from one another. Samuel contemplated what to do for a minute before he removed the cloth body of a training dummy, and placed it on the ground. Samuel used a nearby stick to make multiple tears across the body to serve as "wounds".

	[color=9e0b0f]...the people of Magnopere are watching, including royalty and officials.[/color] 

	As soon as she said these words, Samuel knew just how to demonstrate his value and skills. Lacking any sort of regular weapon made [i]any[/i] floor on the tower life-threatening to Samuel, but not all people needed to use combat to receive a license. Collecting some nearby moss and using the left-over clothes from his trip to the city, Samuel fashioned makeshift bandages...

	Performing first aid was all Samuel could do at the moment. It's not like he had the supplies for actual surgery, and even the most basic aid could mean the difference between life and death, especially in a place as dangerous as the tower. Some bandaging, CPR, and a loud explanation on different parts of the human body and how to treat them for cuts and internal bleeding later and Samuel decided to leave for the next training dummy. Hopefully, his expertise shined through his lack of materials.

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	[color=fff200]"Come, Gabriel."[/color]

	A flash of white light accompanied by a sudden weight on his arm were the response to Samuel as he said those words. A small buckler of pure white with a red cross to serve as a blazon was attached to Samuel's forearm. Feeling less like a piece of metal and more akin to a new piece of his arm that he's never had, Samuel slowly exhaled as he approached the training dummy. Sure, he was old, but he sure as hell wasn't helpless... He hopes he isn't as least... Samuel silently charged the dummy in a very clumsy bashing motion.

	Minutes passed, and the stake that held the dummy was slightly curved, nearly bent. Samuel dropped to the ground panting, sweat pouring off of his body and pooling below him. [i]That... could have gone better...[/i] Samuel thinks to himself. After several minutes of gulping down air and resisting the urge to vomit what little material was in his stomach, Samuel moved to the Recorder dummy, dejected.