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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] Morning
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] River
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Rowan [@GingerBobOh] Aurora [@mole] Zora [@13org]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
After a short while of swinging, both him and the elf grew tired of swinging their weapons at each other with very little intentions to hurt the other person, and decided to stop. Despite not really getting the fight he desired, Barrock simply grew to accept this was as good as he could have gotten out of it. The elf's fighting style was indeed distinct from himself, he wasn't sure if it befitted the elf's austere and regal impression but it worked together in tandem. 

And he didn't seem to be the only one to come to that conclusion. The orc noticed two ladies approaching him from the clearing, one more talkative than the other. Much much more in fact. While it was in no means as grating as the dark elf earlier, Barrock found himself a little bit perplexed at how much she read into this whole training. They were just swinging swords around. Why is this some sort of sophisticated conversation all of a sudden? 

After a moment, he realized the sudden awkwardness it got for him. These two were likely the training partners Rowan was talking about, and now they were just acknowledging his presence like nothing unusual - like they were a group. The orc glanced between the tattoo-covered girl to the hooded one, on the outside remaining stoic, but his slit eye shapes hinted at his massive confusion as well as hesitancy. Dude, he was here for some fish, and now he is being roped into this?!