"When are we leaving?" Ryan asked.
Alaric thought about it for a moment before answering. "This weekend. I'll ask for permission."
"All right." Ryan nodded. "See you then."
Having achieved his goal here, he walked toward the university's Training Center. Due to the time of day, it was a little lonely, just as he needed it to be.
He walked over to where the practice swords were and grabbed one.
It was thin but sturdy. It had the right weight so it wouldn't bend easily and a fairly prominent tip, although it had been worn down from heavy use.
He chose to enter one of the combat arenas, where several training dummies, some made of straw and others of concrete, were placed.
He ran toward them and struck one with his sword. As he expected, it didn't break, but it served his purpose for training by striking it repeatedly, just as he had been doing these past few days. His mind wandered to various things while immersed in frantic but steady movements.
