True to his word, Drake had covered for his ice cream, and even bought him another to send him off. Li left him his usual farewell in return, and made his way toward Shieldwyrm Hall with the chocolate ice cream cone in hand. Though he wasn't fond of the idea, he supposed a spar to entertain some noble wouldn't be too great a loss of his evening. It'd been a while since the last fight where he felt some semblance of enjoyment--excitement. Too many of his latest jobs were high-end bodyguard requests or similar jobs of the like, hardly worth the money he was paid.
(But money was money, and he never had a lot of it.) Li entered the hall and walked to the training grounds, pausing only when he made the troubling realization that he had never given his name to his employer--nor they theirs. Well, this could prove to be a problem. He licked at the ice cream threatening to drip over his fingers, and tried to recall if there was any information he could glean from the post. AL. Did he know any names with those initials? Aspel C--no.
Hm. Allowing his gaze to travel between the various spectators, his eyes settled on the long-haired one who seemed to be dressed in the most fancy clothing. Easily someone who'd hire a tank in a mere hunt for hares. "Are you the one who wanted to sate your curiosity?" He asked, stepping alongside the woman as he took a bite of the waffle cone. His opponent was already in the small arena, their positions entirely too familiar. Li almost smiled. "Is he the sparring partner you've chosen for me?"