It had been perhaps one of the first times she'd had the chance to be alone, and Imenry had not wasted a moment of it. First she had to see to her sword. On the road, moving at the pace they'd been, she'd had less time than usual to tend to it, and had spent the precious solitude with a whetstone and a rag, sitting with her legs folded beneath her, the blade stretched across her lap. For some time, the sound of the stone against the silverite had been the only noise to hit her ears, and she'd relaxed measure by measure, then using the rag, polished the claymore to a shine. She had been wrapping the whetstone in the rag as a sort of makeshift pouch, her sword stretched across the bench atop it's scabbard, when she heard the sound of leather soles scuffing against the stone floors.
In a fortress of stone floors shoes easily gave away approach, and she straightened slightly. Though it was early, the fortress had been bustling in other places, particularly the large hall where meals were consumed. Imenry was not by nature, a social animal. Though she could easily pass time in a tavern, and was not against conversation in general, she didn't easily slide into large group affairs. And breakfast was proving to be a large group affair at Amaranthine. Imenry was more than content to eat later, after spending an hour or so practicing with her sword. She'd been a bit lax in personal training lately; so focused on helping those who sorely needed the lessons.
She turned slightly as the footsteps grew closer, scuffing against the dirt ground that stretched over the wide training area. A bit softer to spar on than stone. Her eyes flickered across the shape of a man. He seemed familiar; perhaps she'd caught a glimpse of him at some point since their arrival the day before, a strong, angular face, eyes that softened kindly around the edges, hair a shade between brown and blond that fell rather rakishly across his brow. Imenry's hand closed around the hilt of her claymore as she moved fully to face him. He nodded simply in her direction, offered a friendly greeting. She eyed him a moment, the sword and shield he held were certainly of fair enough make as far as she could judge, and he wore lighter armor. It seemed she wasn't the only one escaping the ruckus of the great hall for a little weapon's training.
She nodded simply in return. "Hello. Wasn't expecting anyone else here this early. Skipping morning meal?"