"Your training this past weeks is to adjust you with your body and build the habit of handling weapons," Greylord walked slowly in front of them, his voice changing to that of an instructor. "Which can mean life and death in certain situations. You must know your weapons and be comfortable in handling them."
Greylord paused and raised his hand, as if he was calling something and the metal floor shuddered, a ring formed in the floor, surrounding them.
From the floor, training dummies made of solid metal came out, their blank features staring blankly at them.
"Your training now will be specific to each of you," Greylord said.
Belialthorn had been studying this room since they came in and by the way the Castle works he wouldn't be surprised so he asked. "Is this your room?"
