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Kalon casually sauntered down the dirt road that led to the Skingrad Companies base of operations, or his base of operations if you wanted to get really technical about it, as he cautiously examined the surrounding forest for any sign of those accursed yellow clad figures that seemed to follow him wherever he went.

Unfortunately they didn't seem to be interested in him at the moment, for the treeline remained an unbroken vista of mottled greens and browns. Most might consider this a good thing, but Kalon did not. He preferred to abide by the old saying and keep his enemies closer so he could more effectively plan around them. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the road ahead and tightened his grip on the leather strap that kept the satchel hanging off of his left shoulder from falling and spilling its contents all over the ground. He was getting closer to his destination and could now make out the outline of the building silhouetted against the ever darkening stormy gray sky.

After several more minutes of walking, Kalon finally entered the courtyard where a man and a woman, both of which looked to be in their early twenties, were practicing their swordplay and doing a pretty good job of it too, at least by his estimations anyway. Though he didn't know that much about the intricacies of sword fighting, having relied on magic and his fists when he couldn't talk his way out of dangerous situations, so maybe the way they were going at it would actually get them killed in a fight against a skilled opponent.

Although he supposed it didn't really matter as long as they could pull their weight in a fight.

Letting out a barely audible and rather unimpressed sounding [i]"hmph"[/i] as he walked past them, Kalon strode up towards the door and rested his gloved hand on the rough wooden surface, pausing just long enough to examine the surrounding area for any unusual activity one last time before pushing it open and stepping inside.