[He had walked down here to practice for a bit. As much as the fighting on Elmer's world had helped to silence the clawing in his soul to kill, he had felt a bit out of practice.
No one else would have really noticed, a half misstep here, a parried attack there, but Thassarian knew. He was getting rusty. He wasn't a prideful man, but he wasn't worth much if he wasn't practiced with his swords.
He's wearing plain, tan pants and one of his new shirts. He is reaching for a practice sword, when he hears someone else here. A peek around the corner, and there's a half-smile when he recognizes the man.]
Brother. I didn't expect to see you here.
[He doesn't note the sword for the moment, but something seems a little...off.]
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No one else would have really noticed, a half misstep here, a parried attack there, but Thassarian knew. He was getting rusty. He wasn't a prideful man, but he wasn't worth much if he wasn't practiced with his swords.
He's wearing plain, tan pants and one of his new shirts. He is reaching for a practice sword, when he hears someone else here. A peek around the corner, and there's a half-smile when he recognizes the man.]
Brother. I didn't expect to see you here.
[He doesn't note the sword for the moment, but something seems a little...off.]