[Conrad is on time, but is careful not to be early as he approaches the park. He had warmed up in the dojo and was hoping to catch a glimpse of Ashura waiting for him, perhaps warming up, to possibly determine which weapon he could be fighting against. And it seemed his thoughts had been correct.]
[The first thought is that the outfit cleared up any lingering doubts as to his gender. The second, coming so quickly that it nearly cuts off the first, is that the way Ashura moves is possibly the most graceful thing Conrad has ever seen. He pauses for a moment, just admiring. Perhaps Ashura's skill was martial arts? If so, it would be rather an interesting spar.]
[With a friendly smile, sword at his hip, Conrad steps out and moves toward where Ashura is stretching.] Ashura, hello.