Raine - who has paused to watch the sparring, his dark eyes following the movements and maneuvers so intently that for a moment, he does not even seem to have heard - looks up. "Good morning, Corien." He watches the practice a moment longer, then nods. "When they are finished." Not that he isn't getting a fair amount just from this ...<br/><br/><em>*Master Arnulf would have approved of these, I think - if they ride as well as they spar - and are that good in a real fight, they are worth the steel. They seem to wear their mail well - I must remember to look at the straps and fittings, as well as the plate... *</em>Lorraine thinks to herself.