Allanon nodded to Anrak with a small smile on his face. [color=50B1B8]"Glad to be a help."[/color] The large man appeared to have been through quite a bit over his lifetime, and Allanon knew all too well about having skeletons in their closet. If he was truly dedicated to redeem himself from whatever past sins he may have committed, then Allanon would be there to support such a person.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts to refocus his attention on Bidzil. He was beginning to get an understanding of the young man. Bidzil's education with the sword was nowhere near as refined as his own, but odds were his style was self-built much like Allanon's style. The odds were it would be filled with openings. Bidzil's attempt to copy Allanon's salute was satisfactory for a beginner to duelist etiquette. He then presented his own greeting. One he had not seen in a long time, but considering the Trantis' guard coat Bidzil wore was not surprising.

Allanon removed his sword and scabbard from his belt separating it from its golden and permanently peace-bound partner. He bumped Bidzil's fist with his own while holding his sheathed weapon. He took two steps back and reattached his scabbard quickly before the spar started. [color=50B1B8]"Been a long time since I've fought someone from Trantis. Tragic what happened."[/color] While Allanon was still mastering his style, he had sparred with an old master from Trantis whom had taught him their simple greeting. The old master had long since passed away from old age. The few weeks Allanon learned from him helped him breakthrough and create the final forms of his style.

Allanon smoothly entered a ready stance with his hand steadily upon the handle of his sword.