Bush stopped short. He hadn't expected to find anyone here; it wasn't one of the days they met to hone their fighting skills. He had wanted to put himself through his paces, however, to keep his mind focused on something he could actually accomplish. There was nothing else for him to do in this place.
The man sitting on the grass wasn't one he knew, but he'd been here long enough to realize that there was little threat to him from the strangers. However, that wasn't enough to keep him from being wary. He rested his hand on his sword's hilt as he moved closer.