Camp Gym [the salle, after workshops]

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After her workshop, Aravis had changed into the nicer of the two old sets of her brother's clothing, made her way to the weapons locker and retrieved her scimitar. It had been an eventful enough day that a little practice with her sword was hardly an unwelcome idea.

She set the candles she'd brought with her a fair distance away just in case the salle is sans windows and set to work, becoming re-used to the weight of the sword.

[open like a thing. wee bit of SP around 2-4 EST]

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Sabriel grinned. "I am not quite sure I'll recognize him based on that description." She knew what a priest was, but she had never quite seen a reason for them. Perhaps she lived too close to the wall and the Charter.

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"He also has a cat," Aravis tried. "Have you met anyone interesting since your arrival? How do you find your cabinmates?"

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"Lacking in clothing," Sabriel said wryly. "I did talk to one of the big turtles. His name was Donatello. He was quite like a human, I thought."

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"We have a turtle in ours, as well," Aravis said, smiling. "Raphael. He's quite pleasant. Perhaps they are relatives?"