"Ruby, that's a nice name..." he says, a bit wistfully, though he snorts, when she calls him 'mister'. "I ain't no mister, little elfy. Old Barnaby will suffice, or, if you prefer, 'You, blind guy!'" he says, with a laugh. "I am a marilith, actually, one of the oldest, and, at one time, most feared demons in the entire Abyss. Or, at least, I was, until some damned paladin managed to get close enough to burn my eyes clean off. Between that, and a number of other injuries, I decided I'd had enough of fighting the War, and retired, enjoying what chaos I can sow, here." He grins, and uncoils further, stretching out to his full length, nearly twenty feet long, from the end of his powerful-looking tail, to his head. "Now, I understand you have some memory problems, hmm? And the old hag is trying to figure out if you know any weapons? Sounds simple enough... why don't you walk around here a bit, test a few weapons, and see if anything seems familiar. Once you've got one that feels good, we'll spar for a bit. I might be blind, but I can still fight well enough to best some of you youngsters."<br/><br/>The training yard has racks lining the entire area, filled with various weapons. While there's a lot of swords, likely the default training weapon, there's at least one of every kind of melee weapon available.