Arcen stood among the training soldiers, her expression was blank and mind empty from a meditative thought process. Or perhaps a partial bit of a trance. And despite it all she studied Grandus, with her paws resting atop two hip draw short swords of standard issue steel. No need to show off her real toys for the time being. People would certainly question why a soldier would need spring loaded sheaths, and more so why one would need blades that had a toxic kiss. In a sense she seemed somewhat out of place though, watching and studying the others and Grandus at the same time. She hadn't so much as make an effort to approach. As if this was her desire, right here and now. Sit back to study and observe, though that would certainly make some sense for a nargacuga such as herself. She would wait for now, wait and study, until an approach was made towards her.