Welcome to Gaia! ::

Senstren had been attempting to block the previous conversation out of his mind, and had only suceeded in making himself annoyed by not only the conversation, but also by the fact that he had failed in blocking it out. He had recognized Aliator as soon as the vampire had started speaking, and it had brought back many unpleasant stories and conversations into Senstren's mind. "I hate to stick my nose in other people's business, but why are you training with him?"

The door opens and the form of a woman appears. She enters the bar, jumps into the rafters, and surveys the life forms below her silently.

She considered his hand for a moment before accepting his hand, no matter how little or great pressure used in the hand shake would cause her discomfort. When she was invited to sit, she did. "thank you. It is a pleasure to meet you, Senstren. I sense ... hesitation from you. Are you unsure of something?" she asked as gently as possible, hoping he would take what she said and asked for what it was wroth.

Shadow, sighing slightly, jumped down from the rafters. She walked behind the bar and took a coke out from the fridge and opened it. Sipping the sweet contents from inside the can, she walked over to a table in the far corner and sat down.

"Ah, the military...not quite, though I am constantly fighting one enemy or another. I am a necromancer, in that battle, I was commanding legions of dead. This power natually earns me many enemies, which is one of the reasons why I had to leave this region for quite some time." '
Ah, a peacekeeper. There have been so few of those over the years... Nice to know some people still try. Though....could this just be a trap? She seems kind at heart...' Senstren thought to himself, maintaining a pleasant smile. "Why do you ask?"

"Yes, this place does attract many who have dedicated their lives to the art of combat and war. I myself prefer to fight only when necessary, or for training, for the better of both parties. Though I will do an occassional match for fun. What about you, how much do you spar?" He suddenly remembered something and reached back behind the counter, and a moment later, pulled it back with a bottle of pear cider. He placed this on the bar top, and reached back for two glasses, gesturing to the bottle with his free hand. "You want a drink?" He poured some for himself waiting for Ziven's reply.

He poured a glass for Ziven and slid it forward. "Physical combat? Hand to hand, weapons, or both? And if you don't mind me asking, what kind of things?" He realized he probably wouldn't get an answer, but it was always worth a shot.