Lend me your hand and we'll conquer them all Who: Drina and Troy Where: Red Dragon Dojo When: early afternoon
The lull before classes always left Troy feeling a deep calm, like the great intake of breath before the plunge. He'd made sure everything was in line for his students: from the sanitizing of the mats to the quality checks on all the equipment, Troy had gotten it all taken care of. He had a very specific mental checklist that came from a solid year of methodical devotion to his dojo and his life. To him, being an instructor was more than just teaching a class a certain set of moves. It was instilling discipline and respect in oneself and in others, and watching them flourish and grow, much like the plants for which the martial artist had such an affinity. The only thing left for Troy to do was await the arrival of the students for the next class. As he strode into his office, he glanced up at the schedule to see when his sister was scheduled to work next, glad that she had gotten back to teaching. As much as she seemed to be doing better, Troy was still concerned for her well-being and unwilling to push her too far past her ability to cope with the departure of her friend.
Taking a seat at his desk, Troy took a quick look at his accounts, and where his finances were standing. The Red Dragon Dojo would not make him a millionaire by any means, but he and his sister were living pretty comfortably. And as much interest as his classes had with not only the locals and the people from the Ann Arbor area as well, he figured they would only continue to grow from the mere twelve students he'd had when he'd first opened. As focused as he was at crunching the numbers, he was only dimly aware of the soft chiming sound that usually alerted him when a person entered the dojo. Since his office was immediately to the left of the entrance, the arrival of someone would not go unnoticed for long.