[ When the other approaches, Somnus lifts his chin in a cordial greeting. Whether it is from the exertion of the exercise thus far or something else, his stance is more rugged than not. ] Hail, Mage.
[ Somnus raises a cloth to the side of his neck, dabbing at some of the perspiration dewing upon his skin. ]
I confess I have been neglecting practice... But they make for good sport.
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[ Somnus raises a cloth to the side of his neck, dabbing at some of the perspiration dewing upon his skin. ]
I confess I have been neglecting practice... But they make for good sport.