Janius knew that it was not particularly wise to go wandering Bravil. Still, he couldn't help but smile at Kaleeth's enthusiasm. He looked away in and hummed in thought. "The city has changed since I was last here." He brushed a hand over his face. "So have I, honestly. I'm probably hard to recognise after all this time." He looked at Kaleeth. "It might be worth risking it, just to see some old haunts and sights. I'm not sure if there is an entire day to it, but we could go out. I could show you both where I grew up."

Fendros took up a sword and shield as well. Both he and Lorag were still in their armour when they arrived, which no doubt instilled more reasons to avoid them from the guards, but also meant that the sparring would likely be with contact. In spite of Lorag's diminishing physical peak, Fendros had never gone easy on him for the sake of pride. He knew that would be an insult to Lorag, more than anything else.

Initially, Fendros tried to distract from whatever was worrying Lorag. He tapped the flat of his practice sword against the edge of his shield and dropped into a guard. "Alright, let's make the day count!" Fendros said. They began to take steps to keep each other on-edge. Fendros was the first to commit to a strike at Lorag's shoulder and leg in succession.