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[smited]

It has come to my attention [ read as: he stalks the network and read/overheard ] that there are many here who are unfamiliar with the types of weapons in Rage's armory. Given the level of danger in this place, it would be prudent for those of you who do not know how to fight to receive training.

As such, I am offering my services as instructor. While I prefer to fight with a sword and shield myself, I have more than a passing knowledge of most of the weapons in the armory. Should you require instruction I cannot provide myself, I will introduce you to someone who can help.

If you are interested, I may be contacted by these devices or found near house #1502.

— Commander Cullen Rutherford of the Inquisition

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action!

[smited]

[ cullen is there when she arrives, shield on his back and sword at his hip. there's a dog laying at his feet--large, but obviously little more than an affectionate puppy if the way it paws at cullen's hands and rolls on its back is any indication.

the second he notices they've got company, the small smile falls off cullen's face as he puts his metaphorical commander hat back on and stands. ]

You're here for lessons? I don't believe I caught your name.

[unitas]

[ It's the dog that catches Sharon's attention first, and it takes a moment for her to pull her blue eyes away from the large, affectionate beast. There aren't too many animals within Hadriel that aren't simply mindless monsters, after all. ]

Uh, Sharon. I'm Sharon da Silva. [ a pause, and then: ] I like your dog.

[ Look, deep down she has a love for cutie animals. Big, slobbery dogs, too. ]