Barzilai yawns, scratching the back of his head and stretching. It's a brand new day, bright and early in the morning, and he's ready and raring to get to some sparring - something he hasn't done in a long while. He checks his scroll, tinkering with it; the technology was new to him, but it could apparently monitor his aura levels and vitals, make Comm calls and even function as a game controller of all things (he reminded himself to test out that last feature a little later).
Barz walks along the cobblestone path leading out of the dorms, checking his weapons and adjusting his silver jacket, and heads towards the Training Arena, remembering the way from Gricelda’s tour; he isn’t sure who he’ll end up sparring with, but he’s willing to wait until someone, anyone, shows up. His stomach growls as he passes the Cafeteria: should he get something to eat…? Nah. It would be better to fight on an empty stomach anyway, and reward himself later.
He soon stands in front of the Arena doors, marveling at the building’s size. So big… He wonders how many people could fit inside and still have the room needed to fight. He then pushes past the tall doors and enters excitedly.
Barz walks along the cobblestone path leading out of the dorms, checking his weapons and adjusting his silver jacket, and heads towards the Training Arena, remembering the way from Gricelda’s tour; he isn’t sure who he’ll end up sparring with, but he’s willing to wait until someone, anyone, shows up. His stomach growls as he passes the Cafeteria: should he get something to eat…? Nah. It would be better to fight on an empty stomach anyway, and reward himself later.
He soon stands in front of the Arena doors, marveling at the building’s size. So big… He wonders how many people could fit inside and still have the room needed to fight. He then pushes past the tall doors and enters excitedly.