Closed [Lorden's Apartment] Strength through Companionship

[Lorden Ladis]

35th of Spring, 515 AV

Lorden slid his hands along the arched top of the wood chair, and moved them apart from each other, until the extremities came to rest on either side of the oak seat.

The knight glanced over his shoulder, as he solidified his grasp on the chair, to the firm wooden door, that was set strongly in the wall behind him. Lorden shifted his lips thoughtfully.

How much longer could it be, before his workout-partner showed up? The knight shoved the thought to the bottom up his mind, as he hurried his step. Holland couldn't be that far from his home, or at least, that's what the internal clock, that he had developed after years of living in Stormhold, told the young knight, anyway.

Lorden quickly rotated his head to glance back forward, as he took a step to the south-west.

After a few ticks of unconcerned worry, Lorden found himself approaching one of the corners of his room; specifically the one, where stacks of weights, chains, and sacks lay sprawled messily on top of each other.

If one were to be honest, the swordsman didn't know how to use half of the pieces of equipment that rested tantalizingly before him, and what he did 'know', was just based on guesswork. Still, Rolandus didn't need to know about his ineptitude...

No, he would just wing it, and do what he knew; if the other man knew something more than he, then so be it. With a resolved breath, Lorden sat the chair that he still carried in his grasp, down in front of the bodybuilding equipment, that littered the floor beneath his feet.

Now it was time to get his own seat.

The knight glanced up, and directed the gaze, of his icy eyes, across the room, to the only other seat that took up space in his apartment. Lorden stepped off with his back foot once more, as he took in the chair, that was identical to the first, that he had hauled to the side of his apartment, that he was now stepping away from.

[Holland Rolandus]

Staggering into the vicinity; Holland suddenly burst in. As per usual his introduction was rather informal; yet, he didn't mind that in the least bit. Due to the fact that he wasn't really one for formal events; Lorden invited him over for a simplistic session of body building. Holland looked to increase his physical strength in order to better himself in terms of combat. Despite the fact that Lorden could very well have been called his rival by now. Surely without a doubt; they were still competing at this very moment. Holland arrived quite late in comparison to the time he was supposed to arrive. Although nonetheless he still arrived; which was all that mattered at this very moment. The moment Holland entered the area; a series of loud crashing noises projected themselves about the vicinity. Holland stumbles and nearly trips over what was no more then his own feet; Before looking upward.

"Hello there, my friend! My apologies for being late; as you can see I tend to run into obstacles regardless of where I go or how careful I am. !"

Holland always tended to find himself tripping and falling over something. If not being left staggering by stepping on a small and simplistic object. Yet, during a battle he somehow managed to be somewhat nimble. He immediately looked about the area; making note of several details here. Lorden had quite the nice apartment; surely better then what Holland lived in. Which was of course nothing more then a tent spending the nights outside the city walls. Holland entered in a rather composed and calm mood surprisingly. Though now there was yet another thing on his mind. How in the world did one go about gaining muscle mass; although the answer was fairly obvious. Holland knew nothing about dieting and absolutely nothing about what should be consumed for proper muscle building. Bewildered for a moment at the sight of the several pieces of equipment; Holland spoke.

"I suppose that means you are ready to begin eh? Shall we?"

Holland concluded his rather short sentence swiftly. Having finished now he simply squats down in place after closing the door. He'd rather not be rude and leave it wide open as he would've normally. This was a rival; he wasn't in the mood for getting punched today. Therefore a bit of formality was shown in this circumstance; despite not having been shown in a majority of others. Holland came to respect Lorden spontaneously. From the first day that Holland encountered Lorden; following their grueling and long fought battle. Hopefully the pair exercising together would bring them closer to one another. Holland may eventually begin considering Lorden to be a brother; much more then a simple rival that he wished to defeat.

[Lorden Ladis]

35th of Spring, 515 AV

The knight's blue eyes, darted to where his sword lay on the sheets of the bed that was across the small room, as Holland burst in to his apartment a bit spontaneously. Lorden's eyes quickly settled, as his mind sorted out, just who the blue-shirted individual, that had entered through the oak door was. Had Holland really just burst right into his room? Good gods, did the man have no manners?

"Hello there, my friend! My apologies for being late; as you can see I tend to run into obstacles regardless of where I go or how careful I am!" the knight sighed mentally, and rolled his eyes in a bit of unbelief, as the blue-shirted swordsman tripped himself up, before apologizing for being late.

He had invited Holly over to train, it hardly mattered, if the man had gotten nervous about the time, and rushed in, as Lorden figured he must have.

"Yer' no trouble, mate. I'm just content that ye' came," the knight said, as his earlier frustration melted away.

"I suppose that means you are ready to begin eh? Shall we?" his guest urged, rather forwardly.

"Ye', that's not really a problem, though why don't ye' come over and sit down right here," - Lorden gestured to one of the chairs, that stood at either of his sides - "That floor can't be comfortable, and all the weights are all sitting behind me."

The twenty-year old, offered up a friendly smile, as he spoke.

Holland was an odd one. The man didn't seem to talk much, yet he was surprisingly forward. He apparently disliked the knighthood, still, he came to train with a knight this day... Maybe the man would open up, and reveal some of his mysteries, as they trained? Even if the fencer didn't end up being a friend, his presence would at least spur Lorden to work harder. The knight would have liked to say, that he didn't care who got more of out this training session, but deep down, he just couldn't let himself be shown up, he wouldn't allow it, not in his own home.

[Holland Rolandus]

"Ye', that's not really a problem, though why don't ye' come over and sit down right here," Holland observed as the male gestured to one of the chairs. Holland immediately proceeds to dart forth toward one of them; placing his hand upon the arm of such chair first. Before having seated himself within the chair; attempting to get comfortable. When he finally did he simply looked over at the other male. Not wanting to be out-done by his rival. After all for now they were simply enjoying a competition of strength and attempting to best one another. Yet, Holland feels as if Lorden is very well stronger then him as is for now. Not even bothering to beat around the bush about it. Holland simply parts his lips and begins to speak a few words before the work-out.

Having cocked his cranial structure to the right forty-five degrees for a moment. Raising his right eyebrow and looking at the odd structure for a moment. Was this what a weight looked like for body building? Holland made yet another observation and yes; of course this was what one looked like. Although it is very strange in appearance and all but antagonized Holland. He immediately grasps hold of one of the several weights upon the floor. No wonder it is called a body building set; Holland thinks to himself. As he realizes just how incredibly heavy this damned thing truly is. Holland looks over at Lorden and immediately speaks..

"Well; Let us begin my good man. Not sure rather or not I'll be able to lift very heavy weights. I can try my best though; I won't give up because I have to get better. When I am driven by motivation I am much more well rounded and able to do things."

Holland immediately proceeds to raise his arm upward; placing the weight in his lap for a moment before he would begin. By grasping hold of the shaft in between the two weights at either side of the bar. Uplifting it slightly planting his elbows against his thighs as he came to rest. Raising it once in a full length motion; bringing his knuckles upward from his knee-cap. Allowing the weight to come in contact with his pectoral muscles. It hurt for a moment due to how hard he impacted himself; because he wasn't quite well aware of exactly how to handle a weight. Oh well; Holland thought to himself he wouldn't be out beaten this day. Even if he had to pretend that he knew what he was doing in terms of lifting a weight he wouldn't bother letting himself fall behind. He wished to make himself stronger; if this was how it was done then surely he wouldn't mind putting in effort.