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Unlife truly had never been better.

Herryk was at a school that he liked, had a ghoul that he loved, had friends that were close to him. The draugr never had to go far to find a helping hand and despite the threat of hunters looming around each and every corner, Herryk felt relatively safe here. Of course, there were also students that Herryk didn't like at all and would gladly crush with his bare hands, and because of the recent events at the maul (and theater) involving Mac and Titus, Herryk had a little extra frustration that he needed to work out.

... no pun intended.

He found himself at the fitness club room for the first time, and there were a few things that confused him. Different weights and the like, and Herryk honestly had no idea where to begin. When a somewhat recognizable voice called out, Herryk was all too happy to turn around and call out a booming, "Herryk is here!"

The instant that his gaze alighted on the dragon, Herryk's face brightened with a huge smile. Herryk really only knew of Jericho and had yet to really interaction with the boil, but given the opportunity now, Herryk wasn't about to turn it down. Friends that you could count on were a precious commodity, and Herryk knew that in befriending the dragon, he'd have someone that he could count on in the future.

"Jericho!" The draugr continued smiling, perking when the other boil posed his question.

"No, Herryk has just arrived." He looked a little ashamed. "It is Herryk's first time in here and ah... Herryk is not completely familiar with all of the equipment yet."

"Hmmm," Herryk made a thoughtful noise, idly rubbing the cleft in his chin with his index finger. He peered around for a long while before turning his gaze back to Jericho. Dark brows lifted in sync with wide shoulders. Herryk looked absolutely lost before lifting his arms and offering a flex. His muscles moved and shifted beneath his dark skin.

"Herryk's arms and chest, perhaps?" He really didn't know. Maybe if they tired of arms and chest they could move on to legs?

"Since Jericho is a trainer, what does Jericho suggest?" The dragon did have an impressive bunch of muscles, though built leaner than Herryk, and so Jericho likely had a routine to working on his physique.

Herryk was suddenly feeling quite fortunate that Jericho was there in the room with him. If he hadn't been, Herryk likely would have started pushing and pulling and yanking and bending on various machines, either hurting himself or even breaking the machines in the process.

Once Jericho had positioned himself in the machine, Herryk took a tour around a machine that looked exactly like the one the dragon had seated himself in. Herryk had no idea, exactly, how much he could move. Curiously he set the pin at a hefty amount. It wasn't too hefty and so Herryk seated himself and gave the handles a push. It seemed like it would work well enough, and so Herryk kept up an even, steady rhythm against the handles. "Like this?"

Herryk set his weights down gently with a soft clink and rose to his feet, moving towards the back of the machine. He set the pin a few weights higher. His last set had felt comfortable, but perhaps he could work up to more. His endurance sometimes surprised even himself at times. If the weights were too heavy, Herryk did not wish to harm himself and he wasn't stupid enough to push himself too far.

Giving a quick stretch, Herryk sat himself back into the seat and went back to work at the weights. They were a bit heavier and yet not heavy enough to hurt him. He finished up a second set of reps in short enough time before leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Clasping his hands, the draugr watched Jericho on the machine.

"Jericho is very wise about these machines," Herryk complimented the dragon with a smile.

Herryk fell silent for a long time, bringing one arm across his chest in a loose stretch. He repeated the action with his other arm, giving his shoulders and chest a brief stretch before settling back in for his third set of reps. The mundane actions gave him a chance to contemplate the question that Jericho had asked.

"In all honesty," Herryk began, speaking in between the movements of his arms, "Herryk has never really... worked out." He cleared his throat and sent Jericho a chagrined smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Herryk woke up in a town not far from here. Herryk has been told that he is the uh.." Another set of reps filled the awkward silence that Herryk endured as he mustered his thoughts.

"Herryk is a draugr. Undead viking. Herryk can only guess that these muscles were the muscles that Herryk had when alive, but it is difficult to say."

Maybe that made sense, maybe it didn't. Herryk wasn't sure.

Herryk grinned and nodded, watching the dragon closely. He'd been eyeballing the mark that graced the boil's chest and his curiosity was slowly getting the best of him. Herryk was not afraid to ask questions, and if Jericho showed hesitance when answering them, Herryk was not going to push.

It might be personal or something, who knew. Herryk didn't, and so he decided that now was as good a time as any to find out.

"What is this mark that Jericho bears across his chest?" Herryk finished his last set and rose to his feet, doing a few stretches to ease the comfortable burn that arched through his muscles.