Rictor/Ari | Theatre District | 11:00am
“Huh. So that’s how bards train? I’ve never really known any personally, though my sister’s a dancer.” Leaning forward with his elbows against his knees, relaxed for this time of the morning, Rictor looked slightly taken aback. “Had no shitting idea it was that strenuous. I mean, I had to spar in the training field in the rain, mud, snow, and cold. But that’s fighters. I expect that from us. Not…”
He gestured vaguely to the instrument she carried. “That.”