<strong>Training Grounds: Variani and Maschor</strong><br/><br/>The man had no reply for Variani, in fact he didn't seem to respond at all. She wondered if he was perhaps a deaf mute. There were stories about noble using them as servants since they were ideal at keeping secrets.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the alcove, Variani would be lying if she claimed not to find the room a little creepy. Not because of the various books or the plaque, like many poor folk Variani was illiterate and had no idea what the words they held meant. But having a long bone on an otherwise pristine desk seemed odd. And the portraits looked strange as well. But when Variani saw the chair, a bit of a chill ran through her voluptuous young body.  It wasn't that the device looked painful, just that she knew the mind of someone owning such a thing had to be disturbing. As the silent giant tries to get her to sit, Variani attempts to jerk her arm from his grasp.<br/><br/>"No thanks, I'd rather stand."<br/><br/>The girl accentuates this by stomping down hard and swift on his booted foot with her bare one right above the instep. It was a move that had gotten her free from the grip of many angry merchants and lusty drunks in the past.