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[b][color=93d8f1]Time:[/color][/b]Morning

[b][color=93d8f1]Location:[/color][/b] By the river.

[b][color=93d8f1]Interactions:[/color][/b]  Barrock [@Conscripts]

[b][color=93d8f1]Mentions:[/color][/b] Aurora [@Mole] Zora [@13org]

[b][color=93d8f1]Equipment: [/color][/b] Shortswords, Fairy Warbow, Transmission Bracelet

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[color=93d8f1]"Idiots that take pride in a war one without any."[/color] Rowan remarked as he stretched a bit, preparing his muscles for more sparing and training to come. [color=93d8f1]"Say friend, I see a blade there at your side, yet you speak of observing. Care to warm those muscles up a bit while we wait for my companions instead?"[/color]

Rowan reached down and grabbed the two fair sized sticks that they had been using earlier so as to not risk injury before he deemed Zora fit for the blades. After some slight flourishes and twirls of the sticks, he offered one to the Orc, who was currently reeling in a fish.

[color=93d8f1]"The name is Rowan, Rowan Dyewynn. Veteran of the Dark Elf war, trainer and mildly disgruntled babysitter. Pleased to meet you, sir...?"[/color] He stood straight as he introduced himself until the end of his minor speech where a weary sag befell his shoulders.

Stickling the stick into the ground of the soft bank for the Orc if he decided to participate in his warm-up, he retreated farther into the clearing. He settled his bow securely onto his back so it would stay in place but be readily available if needed and began the sow, deliberate motions of the basic elven sword forms. Like an elegant ballet of twists, bends, thrusts and occasional leaps, he moved with absolute determination and focus. As usual it did not take long for him to begin to feel the warmth of the exercise seep into his body, garnering a thin sheen of sweat, nagging at him to remove his shirt and practice as he normally would. Alas, in the presence of such a stranger and the impending arrival of his sister, he refrained and continued as he had begun.