Yvonne Fatesinger

You saw the flyers - training lessons with an experienced Blademaster at the new Dojo. As you eagerly imagine yourself wielding a rapier or a greatsword like an action hero, you hear the grunts of exertion and the distinct thuds of steel striking wood.

peering through the doorframe you see a large Half-Orc dressed partially in steel armour, her black hair swept across one side of her face as she snarls at the wooden training dummy as if it had just killed her dog and proceeded to piss upon her. With a furious set of rapid blows each coming at different angles, she springs back, disengaging while her sword still threatens the inanimate enemy. Stepping further back she then holds her position her sword extended before nodding and letting her snarl fade away. She looks at you with a turn of her head.

"Yuu here for the weapun instructiun?" the muscular Half-Orc woman calls out in a strong accent