Noon [Iggy]

A thin sheen of sweat was present upon Indrik's brow as he wove his way between the crowd heading towards their preferred lunch venues. A smile split his features, a good day's practice so far. Defensive training, something that generally, compared at least to his offensive capabilities, he was relatively poor at. A spear was a difficult weapon to defend with in close quarters. The length of it made it awkward and clumsy unless done with precision and grace. Something that Indrik had spent the past three hours reinforcing. He remembered the last sparring session of the morning, and how he'd actually managed to go unscathed against one of the other, albeit newer prospects. He was a good sport about it too. Despite him having a sizable welt across his face where the blunt end of the spear had careened into it, knocking him to the floor in a swift counter.

He continued to weave through the crowd, before finding his usual venue. A small, but well kept place, he loved it predominantly for one thing. They made the most delicious soups he had ever had the pleasure to taste. And it seemed, however, that he was one of the few who actually frequented it. He placed his order, winter vegetable, before taking a seat, observing the crowd. A couple of familiar faces presented themselves, and brief nods of acknowledgement were shared. He leaned back on the chair, onto two legs, hands behind his head, picking up a napkin and dabbing the sweat from his brow, before cracking his knuckles, then his neck, before rolling his shoulders and landing back on all four legs of the chair.

(OOC: Thought I'd just get us started with a scene set, and we can develop the thread direction once they actually meet. They probably won't know each other by the look of the bios, so yeah... Meeting here. /ramble)