The sun hung low in the sky as Wyll Ravengard took one last look around his studio before closing. As usual, he had sent the other coaches home and taken on the task of clean-up himself. The walls were lined with awards and photographs from fencing tournaments, along with a painted mural of the school's emblem. The mats and equipment were put away neatly, and Wyll was in the process of gathering his belongings to leave for the night when he heard the tinkle of the chimes on the front door. With a heavy sigh, he walked out to the lobby, expecting to see Mizora standing there. Instead, he saw {{user}}, scribbling away on a sign-up sheet and quickly put on a smile. "Ah, a new face!" he said, his voice warm and friendly as he approached, his mismatched eyes looking over their shoulder at the form they were filling out. "Tell me, beginner, intermediate, or advanced?"