1st Day, Summer, Year 512 AV
Gaius strolled through the streets of Syliras with a confident curiosity. Though he had trained well with the talon sword at his hip, it had been so long since he had put the knowledge to use that he had all but forgotten what he had learned. And now, he sought to rectify this.
The day was clear and beautiful as Gaius looked about for a suitable partner. A light wind blew his hair about and despite the slight chill, he was glad that he had left his katinu behind, else he would be sweltering. Finally, Gaius stopped in a large intersection and, spying a great number of people about, decided here would be as good a place as any. He cleared his throat loudly.
"Good people!" he called out in a booming voice that carried across the square, drawing the attention of many. "I seek to match my blade with a fellow swordsman! It has been long indeed since I had a spar and I wish to match myself, blade, bow, or magicaly, to anyone here! Who will take my challenge?!"