In the courtyard below Jocelynn's balcony, Sir Rian Aleese gulped heavily at a cup of water while relishing in the feeling of the cool autumn air and faint morning drizzle on his sweaty face. Leaning against a pillar opposite him, Lord Owain mopped lightly at his brow with a towel while Sir Hugo Hanrahan stood nearby holding another cup of cool water.
Faint clouds of steam rose from both armored men as they caught their breath after an intense practice session. New dings and scratches marred both men's practice armor along with the cracked remains of a wooden shield that had buckled under Owain's rain of heavy blows. Other than the three men, however, the courtyard was completely empty.
