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WHO || Dovan Ironsides, Andrea Anderson, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Dovan meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, training room, 2nd floor
WHEN || Wednesday afternoon
HOW || Actionspam
[As the Dragon's Hide training room is right at the top of the steps coming out of the lobby, Dovan has no doubts Andrea will be able to find her way up there. The room is split into three areas : a walled off firing range, an armory for weapon and armor storage, and then a lot of open space with training dummies, along with exercise equipment of all kinds against the opposite wall.
It certainly isn't hard to locate the stout dwarf, even among the others who are in here swinging swords, maces, morningstars, and more. He's busily hefting an axe that looks three sizes too big for him, and swings it around, using the weight to intensify the blow. The dummy shatters in an explosion of wood and splinters and some of the guys and gals gathered around burst into laughter and cheers and applause. The edge of the axe CLANKS against the ground as the effort of holding it up becomes too much, and Dovan lets out a hoot of laughter of his own]
That's how it done, me lads!