Brandishing the staff and admiring the pearly white color he swings it forward, spinning it around his wrist and shifting it into his off hand. He always had preferred to fight with his bare hands but this felt natural in his grip, as if he had trained his entire life with the weapon. Body filled with renewed vigor and hope he gathered his thoughts.<em>Like Irori I will walk the path laid out before me.</em><br/><br/>Stepping forth from his cell he scanned the area slowly to get an idea of his surroundings before tucking his newly acquired staff under his arm and moving along the side of one of the walls.