Leonard
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He hadn't heard of this place when he'd first arrived in the area, and even when he did he hadn't thought he'd be in the area for long enough to visit it more often than that first time. As weeks turned into months, though, he slowly adjusted his schedule as he was able, and eventually had a wide enough gap in his weekly schedule that he could travel, soak for an hour, and then return in time for his next appointment.
Today was yet another one of these weekly visits. He arrived, stowed his not water-safe valuables to the side, and then eased into the water. One might not expect a fire type to enjoy the water- however, the hotsprings reminded him of the long, blisteringly hot baths he used to take back home, and even though he didn't use the time to cleanse off the grease and oil as he once did, he still cherished this quiet, meditative time in the steaming hot waters.
Frank
Wake up, train, search for food, eat, train, eat, meditate, sleep and repeat. That was a summary of his last weeks since he arrived at Wisterwood from his travels through the rarsh Terran lands. The reason for that rough routine of his was due to the miserable performance he had in his last challenge, when he lost to an opponent that had way less chances of winning than him. Could it be that he underestimated his opponent? Was he too overconfident due to the size difference? Or maybe he was just not strong enough yet? All those questions started overflowing his mind while he slowly approached a new area he was exploring in search for food. Yes, he could try and get his luck among the people from the village, maybe even exchange his camping spot for an actual shelter among civilization... But in the end his urge to remain the way he was just kept screaming louder and louder. He kept walking for a bit longer, until he reached a new location: a hot spring, something he wasn't expecting on finding in those woods. 

"*Not food. But good place to rest*", he thought, slowly approaching the waters while scanning the surroundings with his sharp and attentive eyes. The place seemed to be deserted, a fact that lightened the sawk's mood a bunch. Until his eyes locked upon a figure that was taking their own time in the springs, seemingly enjoying a good meditation session by themselves. At first he just observed for a few seconds, but then started to back away slowly so he could avoid iniciating any social interactions. But in the end, Azas managed to step on a pointy rock and hurt hist feet, making him groan in pain louder than he wanted to.

"Ack-!"
Leonard
The figure resting in the shallows wasn't so different from the one who had just appeared. They were both bipedal, neither had tails, and wore clothing. The soaking one's "Clothing" However, was bronze armor, polished though not shining. 
While he had been lost in thought, the other's yelp of pain snapped them to reality, and fairly quickly they reached over their shoulder for a pauldron, one of two resting on the bank- only, the moment their hand touched it, the thing magnetically (or perhaps, psionically) flowed up their arm, and down their other arm, wrapping around their wrist; pointed directly at the newcomer. 
"Who goes there?"