Who: Thorin and open to 'swordfighting club' members Where: Gardens When: Morning What: Sparring Warnings: Badass Dwarf kicking human ass (presumably)
He made his way to the gardens, all his weapons strapped into place. Young Arthur had suggested he join the Man and his companions for weapons practice, and it had seemed a very good idea. He stood inside the doorway for a moment, eyes traveling the gardens in consideration. He could see a few Men in odd clothing fighting in a style he was unfamiliar with, but which seemed to be working well for them. He stood to watch, unspeaking, waiting for someone to approach him.