*The large blade sings through the air, whistling the savory tune of battles won and lost. The light glinted off of Arcxsus's armor as he spun flourishing with his blade. He ended with his feet planted and blade behind him. He caught a glint of light on something other than his own armor. He continued his drill without breaking cadence, but he observed the shape sitting on the rock.*<em>A woman? I wonder what a woman is doing outside the walls. Surely this is one of the female guards, but such odd dress and weapons. I can't really see any features from, but I would guess she is one of the Ancients. Rare. I wonder if she went to hunt... hmmm. Regardless I must concentrate on my training.</em>*He continued on for a few moments then came to a stop his blade tip barely against the ground and him standing erect.*<em>Now to slow my breathing and relax taught muscles.</em>*He took deep breaths and released them slowly.*<strong>So I see I have a visitor. Rare enough outside the walls, but an Ancient too? The Elder's smile on me today. To what might I attribute to such a rare sight?</strong>