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"Just be sure that you don't just look passed them because they appear docile, they are the worst out there from what I've seen. After seeing one of them threaten Nae... Ah, the Lady Naevius and hold her at knife point I can't say that I trust them. Not to mention various other crimes I've seen them commit, they are a devious lot. Just becareful when dealing with them is all that I ask, Nuri." He wanted him to survive long enough to become his Captain after all. Provided of course he wasn't sent to his doom dealing with bandits along the border. One would think that well trained troops should be sent to secure and protect their borders from such incursions but who knew what the higher ups were thinking these days? Certainly not Saraf, that was for certain.

Saraf watched the way that Nuri moved, taking in his form, the flow of each motion he made, his training seemed to be coming along well which was something that Saraf could appreciate. Now, to see what he was really capable of Saraf thought to himself as he shifted his own stance, changing from using the sword one handed to two, and moved to strike again. He'd use more speed, more strength, would see about trying to tag Nuri here and there. He wasn't out to hurt him, just taps here and there, going for joints especially. He wanted to see what the man had in him, to see if he was really one that Saraf wanted at his side.

Only the strongest needed to apply when it came to shaking things up in the manner that Saraf desired. A new order, one that would help to bring them back from what they had been through. To be defeated by a bunch of savages, those who didn't even seem to get alone from what he'd seen. The Obans as a whole had done something really wrong to lose against such a lot, a weakness that needed mending.

Saraf was impressed, it was easy to tell that Nuri was still a beginner, but he showed a lot of promise. He was like a gem in need of polish but the sort that would be well worth the time and effort he thought to himself as the other backed off. The moment that Nuri's sword touched the ground Saraf hefted his own up with one hand, resting it on his shoulder, and gave a smile, "You did very well, I am most impressed, Nuri." He told the other Oban, then gave a little chuckle, "Well, it's something that has become even more important to me these days, being able to make every last hit count. I suggest that when you practice you learn to do the same. Learn how to go for vulnerable areas, like the joints for instance, it will help put your opponent down easier. Not to mention it will do so without killing them, one doesn't always want to do that. There are times we will need them alive, like when we are in need of information for instance."

Setting his weapon aside Saraf moved in closer to Nuri, lifting a hand to his shoulder, inspecting it closely before giving him a pat on the back, "It might be a bit sore, but continue to keep moving it and stretching it so that it doesn't stiffen up on you." He cautioned, not wanting to see Nuri put out of action before he had hit him a little too hard.

"Come on, we will get some water." He said, knowing full well that it was something they both needed after such a hard work out. As he started across the courtyard toward the door the perzi that had been observing them followed in Saraf's wake like a shadow.

Saraf turned to look over at Nuri as he explained what his training was like, similar to his own in fact. He gave a shake of his head, "Foolish, they should be putting their all in training all their troops instead of trying to beat the others senseless to find their favorites." He shook his head as he walked into the kitchen of their house, picking up a water pitcher that his mother had set out, and poured each of them a glass of it.

He handed one glass off to Nuri, taking a sip from it, then gave a chuckle, "What does one need to go down the path of a beast master?" He asked, thinking about it for a moment, then said, "You need balls of steel and to possibly be equal parts brave and stupid. Those creatures that they were working with back there, those tiny little things, that's just the beginning. During the war I saw the Oban Beast Masters leading around monsters that were taller then the buildings in Sulburi, huge war beasts. One man was able to control one of those things with a gesture and a word, it was quite impressive. If you think you have the spine for it I commend you, the most I an deal with is Elred there." He motioned at the cat that was always following after him.

Leaning against the counter he asked, "Tell me, is that the path you're thinking about?" He was impressed if the guy was actually wanting to do such a thing, to deal with various beasts, and one day one of those giant war beasts. It would be more then helpful to have someone like that as a friend for sure.

Saraf couldn't help but to laugh, "Declare yourself a tamer, huh? I've never heard it put like that but I think I like the sound of it." He said, finishing off his drink before he set his cup down, "If you feel that its the path that you're meant to follow then you should do it, not as if anyone could mock you for such a path, I've seen greater meant give tamers and the beasts they train wide berth after all."

Why would someone be stupid enough to tell Nuri otherwise after all, especially if he was going to go about training something as big and dangerous as a janarim of all things? He'd heard that they were something that was almost impossible to capture and train, that one had to get them as a pup to have a chance with them. If he was able to find a wild one and tame it then Saraf would be more then just impressed with this one's abilities, not only in the realm of beast taming but just over all. He'd have to be special to get a wild janarim to come to his side. Yes, Saraf most certainly wanted to remain friends with this one he thought to himself.

"If you ever need any help with anything just let me know. I might not be able to really do much when it comes to the tamer aspect of things, but anything else. Especially if you want to spar again, that was a lot of fun." And it was far better to train with someone as opposed to just taking swings at a training dummy, training with Nuri was bound to help the both of them improve if you asked Saraf.

Saraf gave a bit of a grin, "Oh really? Alright, I look forward to it, Nuri. Let me see the warrior that you are going to become." He was rather eager to see it, not to mention eager to have a sparring partner that meant to give him a 'run for his money' since he was always looking for different ways to challenge himself so that he could overcome what was wrong with him. He felt that Nuri was going to be that person, which just made him look forward to the next time that he came around for another match.

"Heading out, huh? Alright, I will escort you to the front door then." He said, finding that he was actually a little sad to see him go. Nuri had been an interesting guest indeed, one that he looked forward to spending more time with again in the future. Walking with Nuri down the hallway, with Elred following in their wake, Saraf made his way to the front door. Upon reaching the door he pushed it open before he said to Nuri, "You're welcome to stop by any time you like, Nuri, or to join me once training is over as you did today." It would likely easier for them to meet up after training since it wasn't a sure thing that Saraf would be home if Nuri stopped by without notice. Still, he'd leave the invitation open ended to increase the chances of them being able to chat and spare.