[open] it's a shame we're all dying

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow and any mages who want to get their shit ruined, possibly others
WHAT: in light of this posting
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: the training pitch
NOTES: who knows

He hadn't intended to ever come out with the truth to everyone in the organization, not so openly. But it feels oddly uncomfortable having-- apparently??-- breached the trust of at least one person he respects, so Barrow is owning it now, in his way.

They still don't have to talk about it. Being an ex-Templar. That's his business as much as being a mage is theirs, and really, he's doing them a favor.

Whether or not anyone takes him up on his offer, Barrow can be found swinging his Riftwatch-acquired hammer at practice dummies with gradually improving competence on just about every afternoon. Usually he has a shirt on (it's cold out), but that can always change.
He'll stop if someone approaches, and offer a smile, whether or not they seem like the smiling type in return.

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[inkindled]

Matthias transfers his frown down to his staff. It lacks polish and shape--certainly it's staff-shaped, yes, all right there--but it hasn't got much more than that to recommend it as a staff.

"I'd rather a sword," he says, grudgingly. "Staff're... well, staffs. Only I get what you mean. Switching would be stupid." One moment too long and his head would be off. He tightens his grip on the staff in question and looks around again, determined.

"All right, then. When do we start?"

[thereneverwas]

"It's up to you," Barrow replies, shrugging one large shoulder. "As to when we start-- well, I've got time now, or we can come back tomorrow. Whatever your schedule allows."

He smiles kindly at him, but the intrinsic humor in his eyes could easily be taken for mocking, at least by someone very sensitive to such things.

[inkindled]

Matthias, hair-trigger aware of mockery, bristles. This is not a very intimidating look on him, considering he's built like a rangy scarecrow, and might also be easy to overlook, but. He does bristle.

"I've got time now," he says, firmly. "Have the afternoon off or else I wouldn't have asked to do this. But we ought to finish the Silencing bit, right. As that's what I came here for."

[thereneverwas]

"Now it is, then," Barrow agrees, taking up his stance again, "though I doubt one session is going to be enough to train it out of you completely."

He selects a wooden sword, which feels like nothing to his bulky arm, but it'll do. "En garde?"