Who: Marcus and Ron
Invited: Open session, if you want in
Where: Training grounds
((OOC: This will be made in pieces, as I'm trying to use this to get my hand back in posting. But, if you want to join in do feel free!))
Marcus was glad to shrug HIS robes back on. The tailor had made a good job of replicating the cut of his old robes, but the fabric wasn't right, it felt... less comfortable.
Oh, there was no complaints from the ranger, and for sure his own robes would need to be cleaned regularly enough, but he was more than aware that even the good Minbari material would wear out soon enough.
Tucking the Denn'bok inside his robes and latching it in the holster there, he slipped from his tent into the dusky evening. It had been a busy day, as Marcus had been trying to find a place he could fit into the community, but the choices were limited. He could build, he could corral... he knew his way around a tool box. But there were a lot of people doubling as handy-men. He could fight, but that seemed to be the sole province of the military...
Absent-minded feet brought him towards the sparring grounds, where he'd been told he could spar with some of the mil's if he wanted. And right now he NEEDED to work out. He needed to work on some of the agression that was silently simmering his thoughts with indecision and sowing self-doubt.
A difficult position for anyone.