The Salle, Friday Morning
There had been a moment where Arthur had flirted with the idea of not showing up at all. There were more pressing matters to deal with - the only problem was that the only thing he had right now involved waiting: for Liir to find something, for the Lady Zoe to hold her audience for the day, for-- something.
He wasn't up for much of Dinah's cheer, either, and he'd have preferred a male training partner just so he could have something to squarely beat the shit out of for his own nerves' sake, but it seemed he'd have neither.
He brought a staff with him into the salle, tapping it on the floor once before he settled into a stance. Any exercise might keep his mind off things until he actually got to act; he was fairly aching for some action.
There just weren't any answers he could use.
[[ arthur is expecting one, but the salle is a free and open space ]]
He wasn't up for much of Dinah's cheer, either, and he'd have preferred a male training partner just so he could have something to squarely beat the shit out of for his own nerves' sake, but it seemed he'd have neither.
He brought a staff with him into the salle, tapping it on the floor once before he settled into a stance. Any exercise might keep his mind off things until he actually got to act; he was fairly aching for some action.
There just weren't any answers he could use.
[[ arthur is expecting one, but the salle is a free and open space ]]