Her attention was rather lax.  Watching Telgryn as he spoke, and then wandering towards Kinngar.  For a moment she was rather annoyed that he seemed to be paying such lax attention, only to catch the way his eyes lingered in the other room.  She had barely glanced there on her way down.  Her hand tugging lightly on her braid as she would shift towards him.  Her breath caught in her throat.  “Ah, Telgryn.. You kept his armor?”<br/><br/>Her words cutting through the older man's muttered words, grasping his attention.  “I.. T'was all that was left.. I thought.. Well the boy 'as to 'ave somethin', don't 'e?”  The man looking gruff as he would busy himself with gathering all the items he needed.  “I.. I can't let ye take t'armor boy.. Ye could be 'anged just for 'avin' it, see?  But..” Stepping by them he would grasp the sword, heavy, obviously made for more than simple ornamentation.  “Ye can well enough take this.. T'isn't much..  The armor will be waitin' for ye..” The rest of the thought cut off.. After all, there were really only two outcomes.. And the chances of the boy winning were slim enough without voicing them.<br/><br/>“Yes well.. We can practice here, well enough, I 'pose..  But it's much nicer outside..”  His gruff voice closer to a growl as he would nudge the both of them towards the door.  “We 'ave a rather intricate network of spies.. I will know if any get closer than a mile of this shit-heap..”  The man seeming almost too blustery after the emotional powerhouse of the last few minutes. “I hope ye nary mind.. Better t'get ye started now, than t'wait..”<br/><br/>Bustling both Jira and Kinngar out of the building and into the woods.. A clearing spreading out before them.  Several rather butchered looking hunks of wood set up to look something like dummies, though that was only in context, anyone wandering by might wonder if the wood had, perhaps, been struck by lightening..