[center][color=c4df9b][h3]Maritza Verenna[/h3][/color][/center]
	The morning after, Maritza had found herself in the training courtyard, quarterstaff in hand. At some point since the battle in the crypt the royal armory had seen fit to have the naga's staff returned to her. In spite of her newfound axe being a far more powerful weapon, it felt good to return to her roots. Drawing a large circle on the dusty ground around her with the tip of her staff, Mari settled into a ready position at the center and began.

	With slow, deliberate sweeping motions the naga started to spin the staff in figure eights. Switching from hand to hand as it spun, the flanged mace heads on either end of the quarterstaff began to whistle through the air as her movements picked up speed. Below, Maritza's hips and tail moved in counterbalance to the staff; a swaying, shifting mass of olive green scales.

	Snapping back into a ready position without warning, she launched into her exercises proper. Tight rapid jabs lashed out in tight clusters before whirling around to parry or snap sweeping blows against would-be opponents. Nor was the rest of her body idle either. Mari's serpentine half twisted and writhed to avoid invisible attacks, her tail occasionally lashing out to trip up a nonexistent enemy.