THE TRAINING DOME
The families were still coming and tensions were mounting, probably because they all expected something to happen, but none of them were really in the position of power to guess what. Oz had been there for a few days now. He wasn't really a recluse, and it wasn't in his nature to stay in his room all day. But he was getting restless, all this waiting.
So he sought out the training dome, mostly to see what it looked like, since he'd never been in it before. But also partially because there was something cathartic about being surrounded by so many weapons. He went into the dojo, not really interested in stimulating a training environment. He kind of just wanted to sit there, in front of the wall of weapons for a little bit. It was the same thing he'd done in the library. He'd just sat there, in front of all those books, breathing in the aroma of the room. The training dome was very similar. It had it's own aroma, and that aroma was calming.