Eleniya watches  the group from the shadows.  She constantly wonders what  this man could possibly teach, but a master of the wind..., that was her path.  Maybe he could understand, could help her through.

She watched, as they made to leave, and still shrouded in shadows, she followed them, wanting to know more of this teacher.

Markoss calmly walked through the tenements and into the spa, he stopped a moment to politely greet any servants or visitors they passed by before leading the group to a small gym opposite of the hot baths of the spa's serene courtyard.

The room was not large, but there was plenty of room to move around, with a large padded floor in the center. On the walls a huge variety of wooden weapons hung ready for use, everything from simple swords to exotic Kamas. There were also several very real and sharpened weapons ready for use as well.

Markoss bowed to the small assembled group once more, "this is my monastery, my dojo, and my temple. I will do my best to train your body and your mind. I will welcome all those who come and are willing to follow the path, but I warn you all, if you chose to follow the path to the end, it will be long and hard. I hope all of you will make it, but you should be warned many do not. If you are willing to give me all you are capable of, I see to it that your full potential is realized, and ask you to take a vow to protect all that is good, fight for all who cannot fight for themselves, and to erradicate evil wherever it may be."

Upon entry, Sumdum examines the room and implements. He bows when bowed to. Otherwise he gives Markoss his full attention.

"I was sent here to learn and learn I will. I do not know what the future holds but I will study as long as you will have me and I am able to learn from you."

He brings his hands together one open over the other closed then performs a deep bow.

"Do we fight each other now?"

Markoss smiles quietly at Khesh, "I am not a missionary, I am not here to convert you to my god, nor to force you to swear loyalty to any god but your own. I am here to teach you the art of unarmed combat, and to unlock the strength of your inner soul."

Markoss then looks at Sumdum, "and if you two wish to spar, it may be a good opportunity for me to see how far along you both have come with your previous masters, and where I might begin to teach you."