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Intimidating? No. I was just worried she would emasculate you further if I didn't get a rise out of you.

Alazandaru poured himself some wine and held the lip of the bottle over Dostan's cup, waiting for assent to pour him a drink too.

The big man starts to laugh at Alazandaru's comment, and nods to the drink. "You are bold man. The gods favor the bold. Let us share drink and come to hear each other's stories of battle's fought."

The Varisian was in a foul mood and immediately sought conflict at the table, almost unconsciously.

You always let her do the talking for you? he asked Dostan without introduction as he noted Elise speak when Morthos had directly addressed him.

The man's expression doesn't change as he speaks. "I do as I choose. I have merely chosen to allow Elise to speak for me. Or do you find her intimidating?" It's hard to tell if it's a joke or a jab.

Since it's sparring, you'll recover all damage after a couple minutes rest.

The two individuals in the room have ceased their own sparring in the interest of watching your own match. Teon finally besting Cain, Dostan gives a small clap. "Good match." With his words spoken, he returns his own weapon to the rack, taking care to inspect it, looking at Trik to do the same.

Dostand and Trik continue to spar, but it's obvious by the fact that Trik land's a few blows upon the blond warrior he has begun to watch your own bout.

The sparring duo begins to chuckle at Cain's remark when they are cut off by a loud *CRACK* from the third in the room. Apparently having splintered his practice weapon against the dummy, he becomes even angrier that he didn't full snap it in half. Throwing it into the weapons on the wall, knocking several over, he turns and angrily exits the room through another doorway, an angry curse in elvish* as he does so followed by a spit on the Asmodean symbol upon the floor.

As he leaves the room, the tall blond warrior comes up to the two of you. "I apologize for Trak's behavior. My name is Dostan, this is Trik. Plenty of room, if you wish to practice." The half-elf nods as his name is spoken.

Hard to say, she didn't give anything away in speech. Also don't you get a +2 to bluff on humans for favored enemy?

Assuming you continue on to the sparring room.

The chamber dedicated to sparring in this large building is quite impressive. A good thirty feet by 40 feet, it could house quite a few more individuals than what are currently in use. Inscribed into the floor is a gigantic symbol to Asmodeus, covering the majority of the flooring. Along the east wall are racks of practice weapons, wrapped so as to not inflict any harm. Several practice dummies have been set up in the room for use.

Currently the room is in fact being used. Two men are sparring at present. One is a giant of a human, another northerner by appearance and dress, practice leathers worn and a massive practice greatsword in hand. Longer blond hair and blue eyes add to his appearance.

His opponent is a smaller man, half-elf by race. Currently using a smaller blade and shield, he darts in trying to hit the larger man, who is obviously holding back. This half-elf has shoulder length black hair, slicked back, with green eyes.

A third man, another half-elf is busy beating at one of the dummies, more in rage than in practice. He mutters to himself in the elven tongue. The most noticeable thing about the third man is his similar appearnce to the sparring half-elf, almost impossible to tell the two apart aside from their clothing.

As you two enter the room, the large blond human raises his hand to hold the sparring and turns to you. "What?" The word is not spoken with malice or anger, but rather a simple question.