Allanon couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Bidzil's eagerness to spar. It reminded him of his days as a young man himself. It also told him enough about the kind of training Bidzil had. [color=50B1B8]"I appreciate your eagerness. It seems you have a bit of a misunderstanding. This salute."[/color] He repeated his simple swordsman salute. [color=50B1B8]"Is a simple sign of respect towards a fellow swordsman."[/color] He drew his sword with a quick flourish and presented it in front of him with a bow of his head while still keeping his eyes on his opponent. [color=50B1B8]"This is a duelist greeting."[/color] A light smile grew upon his face.

He quickly sheathed his sword again at Bidzil suggested they wait until they get to the cave. [color=50B1B8]"It seems you misunderstood my saying 'just say when'. I meant whenever you want I am ready for a spar."[/color]

As he followed after Bidzil at a walking pace, Allanon noticed the scar on his shoulder blade. A scar like that usually came from one of two places: running away from an opponent in fear, or protecting someone dear from harm. He would find out which given time. At the cave he stood near the entrance to assume a guard type of position and keep watch until Bidzil told him he was ready for that spar. If he chose to do it now.