Avanir was on the roof practicing. From his attic room it was a simple matter of hopping out through the window and climbing up, holding onto the ledge and heaving himself up was more accurate. His swords and spear were up there and he was doing his morning ritual of practising his strokes on the roof. The slick tiles acknowledge how battlefield could get slippy and one must always remain balanced. A set look upon his face he swung the spear, a silver circle the only sign it was there, before lunging forward. Thrusting, slashing and parrying against imagined foes he stepped lightly on top of the tiles as the morning sun beat down on his bare chested body. He stopped suddenly, the spear returning automatically to his side. Sweat ran down in rivulets down his torso as he dried his palms on his trousers. Sheathing his blades he looked around the White Dove Guild. In the distance he could see Sigil with his new dragon. He could see Melaniya coming back inside from her exercise and he could faintly hear the clamouring of the breakfast bell.
Avanir climbed back down into his room and walked to the rack on the wall and placed his weapons in their place. The basin of water sat on the table, the water clean and fresh as he shoved his face deep into the basin and shook it violently. Dragging his face out he felt strands of his wet hair sticking to his face and back add he panted in a refreshed manner. Av put his hands into the basin once more, the cool water feeling soothing on his calloused and sweaty palms. The cool water splashed everywhere as he scooped some up in his hands and tossed it over his body. Not bothering to dry himself he put on his cotton shirt, then his armour. He tightened the straps, then retightened them. Stretching he made sure his armour was fine and non-constrictive. Others might just throw their on but Av would only leave if he felt every odd was in his favour if he was to suddenly be in a fight. He grabbed his weapons, the dagger went in the small of his back. The quiver of arrows and longbow slung diagonally over his right shoulder, his spear poking out over the left and his sword slung from his hip. He picked up the celelyrium whip and fingered it before replacing it on the rack. Stepping he opened his door and walked down the narrow wooden stair down to the hall.
As he entered the normal hustle and bustle was going on; recruits talking, the older guild members eating and relaxing, the staff serving the food. He looked around and spotted Melaniya sitting alone, eating. As he watched Zoran sat next to her. He walked over and sat down, he didn't want to sit with too many people and two was better than five.
"Morning Melaniya. Zoran" he nodded, his rough voice raspy. As he was served he nodded once more towards the server before sting his food.
@Knight of Doom @Renny