Lyen Risingwind is busy leading a group of students, lower ranked but not necessarily younger, through daily routines when Ylene arrives.  She spares a moment to shoot the drow a wink and a smile, but continues with the guided practice.  It gives Ylene a little time to relax and watch and contemplate on the forms and motions.  The lower ranked students are all very physically fit, and vary in age, size, and race.  A half orc who looks like he would be more comfortable wearing a full set of plate mail, an older human woman in her sixties at least but moves with as much grace as the lithe young elf next to her, and even a dragonborne man, thin and lanky with scales of red that glitter like gems in the sunlight.  All of them wearing very little, simple cloth shorts and loose flowing tunics with no sleeves that do nothing to restrict movement, but darken with sweat as the monks work through their forms.<br/><br/>After a while Lyen bows to the other students and the group disperses, many going to the well at the edge of the courtyard for a drink.  Lyen approaches Ylene, and it is no surprise that her body is covered in a very light sheen of sweat due in part to the exercise and also the day's already breaking heat and humidity.  She takes Ylene's hands in her own and smiles, "Hello Ylene, did you come for some practice today?  I have some free time after lunch if you wanted to spar.  I'll be free after sunset as well, though I know you've been busy most nights with your new business lately."  Her tone is moderated and level and there is no hint of judgement in her voice.