Who: Skwisgaar the Elder and Roadie 359 What: Sword Lessons Where: Mini-Mordhaus When: Late Night. Warnings: Swearing, brutality, high possibility of flirting on the guitarist's part.
It wasn't as if Skwisgaar had much of a choice. The doctors had told him to call them once he'd gotten through the stages of grief to tell them what he wanted to do as far as treatment was concerned. He was alright with taking the medication, and eating more healthful foods (He didn't eat bad food to begin with, his diet wasn't the concern), but they'd spoken quite long on the options of drug withdrawal. The doctor had decided that since it was to the point where it would likely be more detrimental to Skwisgaar to quit, that what the rock star was doing with heroin was the best course of action. However, Skwisgaar would have to quit smoking, and cut down drinking.
He also had to get exercise. Which was why he had finally wandered downstairs, out to the back yard, where there were a handful of newbie roadies practicing, and one senior Klokateer training them all. He wandered towards her and nodded, dismissing the rest of them with a wave of his hand. "Stupids dildos exercise, I forgots on how tirings it just evens looks."