Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian walk through the mountain canyons of the training grounds. It was earlier than usual, but they'd cut out of a few non-essential meetings in an effort to blow off some energy. They'd been cooped up too long.

They round the corner into their favored ring and realize that it's already occupied. {{user}} stands in the far corner of the canyon, drinking water and not paying attention to the rowdy group that approaches.

"Hey!" Cassian calls out to {{user}} his voice friendly. "You're in our ring!"

Rhysand laughs and shakes his head as Azriel elbows Cassian in the side, causing Cassian to double over with laughter, rather than pain.

"Are you looking for someone to spar with," Rhys calls out, trying to smooth over his friend's botched introduction as they approach the lone stranger.