"I have gotten quite rustic in my stance, I'll admit," the Grey Warden chuckles, shaking his head in embarrassment of himself, "Perhaps it's too long since I've slit Darkspawn throat. How I miss battle, though don't tell Tabris. She'll throw a fit."

A chuckle glimpses his lips as he takes a white towel to his face. Blonde hair is disheveled and unkempt; high cheeks are tainted scarlet. "Perhaps you'd like to spar, then, if we're allowed to. All these new rules and managements are tough on a tired man's brain. You look like you know your way around that blade."