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Sparring partners wanted. Your choice of melee weapon. Meet by the forest, anytime this afternoon.

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[ Cullen waits by the forest, near where the lizard's watery tail disappears between the trees. Half an armory is propped against a fallen trunk, lest any potential sparring partners did not think to bring their own. He trains alone as he waits, sword in hand, practicing stances. Very rarely he remembers to glance at his communication device, to see if any messages require a response. ]

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Are you looking for training? I can provide that. No prior experience necessary.

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[Is he? He probably is. Goddamnit.]

yeah actually
no experience at all

[Some experience. But said experience entailed stabbing a man in the throat while being strangled and very firmly not wanting to stab said man in the throat, so whether or not that counts as experience is up in the air.]

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[ Good enough. ]

Come see me by the forest. Near where it meets the river.

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do i need a weapon
like do i need to bring one

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If you have one in mind already. I have a selection, otherwise.

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i don't
i guess i'll pick there

[No more delays. He might as well start tramping to the point in the woods delineated to him.]

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[ Cullen watches the new arrival. He heard from several people, and- next time they ought to exchange names for the sake of clarity. But the last conversation he had... ]

We spoke earlier? You were the one with no prior experience?

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[The air is chilled and crisp as one would expect from Wonderland's weather, and it's possible he should have brought more than a pack of cigarettes to warm himself up, but he flicks the butt of one to the ground as he draws into view.]

That's me. Tim.