Someone new presented themselves as a young woman of average height, Chestnut hair piled up on her head and held with a bandana, and a conspicuous lack of lower left leg. In it's stead, a false limb, the sort worn most predominantly by runners or other athletes.
She had her staff summoned, and seemed to be running through a well practiced routine of morning practice stances. The bo staff had been a hard weapon to learn, but every day she felt she did a little better with it.