Day 82, Spring of 503 AV
Late Morning
The Courtyard
Late Morning
The Courtyard
Eridanus had received a short note from the Academy last night, not in the familiar cursive script that Oliver Camlach favored but the rough angular handwriting of what he briefly recognized as that of the senior instructor who largely took care of martial and magic integration. Because of his friendship with Eri's original instructor, he had stepped in to ensure that there was no disruption to the vantha's curriculum, though the lessons had to be scheduled in a haphazard manner due to his own busy schedule. Eridanus was grateful that the huge man was willing to squeeze his training in between his slots when he could be having his own rest break.
He had spent the last fourteen days constantly revising the guards taught, and had already begun integrating the footwork and grips naturally while doing so. It was a thrilling thought, at seeing the progress he made that he felt all his hard work and constant training was beginning to pay off. It was little, it was gradual, but Eridanus knew that mastery did not come overnight. No, it came incrementally from consistent training, and he planned to use his diligence and passion to achieve the apex of swordsmanship by the end of the eight seasons that he planned to stay here.
Thus he approached the courtyard, his practice sword already signed out from the armory clerk, to find a huge figure already waiting with a practice sword that seemed tiny in comparison to his size. Arnold Lugheim was different from Oliver Camlach, always preferring to reach appointments slightly earlier rather than exactly on-the-dot. The man had a rugged and fair-weathered look, his clothes barely holding in his musclebound arms which ended in palms the size of dinner plates.
"Student Eridanus!" The instructor called when Eridanus entered, and the vantha hastened to bow shortly, replying, "Good morning, Master Lugheim."
"At ease, student. I found a tiny bit of free-time before midday meal time. If we're lucky we should finish just before that time and be off just in time for a hot delicious meal. Let us work towards that," the instructor said in a gruff tone, though his voice betrayed his cheerful tone.
The man seemed to be in a good mood today, for his tone mirrored that of the amiable Oliver Camlach rather than the no-nonsense attitude of Master Jernwick. It was a good start, at the least.
He had spent the last fourteen days constantly revising the guards taught, and had already begun integrating the footwork and grips naturally while doing so. It was a thrilling thought, at seeing the progress he made that he felt all his hard work and constant training was beginning to pay off. It was little, it was gradual, but Eridanus knew that mastery did not come overnight. No, it came incrementally from consistent training, and he planned to use his diligence and passion to achieve the apex of swordsmanship by the end of the eight seasons that he planned to stay here.
Thus he approached the courtyard, his practice sword already signed out from the armory clerk, to find a huge figure already waiting with a practice sword that seemed tiny in comparison to his size. Arnold Lugheim was different from Oliver Camlach, always preferring to reach appointments slightly earlier rather than exactly on-the-dot. The man had a rugged and fair-weathered look, his clothes barely holding in his musclebound arms which ended in palms the size of dinner plates.
"Student Eridanus!" The instructor called when Eridanus entered, and the vantha hastened to bow shortly, replying, "Good morning, Master Lugheim."
"At ease, student. I found a tiny bit of free-time before midday meal time. If we're lucky we should finish just before that time and be off just in time for a hot delicious meal. Let us work towards that," the instructor said in a gruff tone, though his voice betrayed his cheerful tone.
The man seemed to be in a good mood today, for his tone mirrored that of the amiable Oliver Camlach rather than the no-nonsense attitude of Master Jernwick. It was a good start, at the least.