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I rolled my eyes as the princess gave me no notice and walked by. "Fucking royals." I mumbled not too quietly to myself as I turned and moved along the ship, Zed had picked up on my annoyance and was growling lowly, I gave a sharp whistle calling Zed to follow and made my way below deck. Climbing down several flights of stairs until I was in the ships living quarters, quickly navigating the corridors until I found my assigned room. I swung the door open and stepped inside, scanning the room and raising an eyebrow at its extravagance. "Why would one person need all this?" The entire room seemed enriched with luxuries that I had never seen before, I moved through the room lifting pieces of fabric and cloth, examining the silverware and finely carved furniture. "So this is where the wealth of the land ends up." I dropped my bag to the floor with a deep rumbling thud, throwing my cloak onto the bed and rotating my shoulders, glad to have the weight off them. Zed had jumped onto the bed and was purring contently at its apparent softness, I was tempted to leave him be but knew if anyone happened by and saw him alone in the room it would not end well. So once again I called him to my side and locked the door behind us before making my lower into the ships bowls, I soon found what I was looking for. The training area, a large open room equipped with a large collection of training apparatus and tools.

I moved to the rooms center and removed the six foot great sword from its sheathe on my back, taking up an offensive combat stance and closing my eyes. Zed noted the stance and moved to the side of the room, laying down and giving off a silent yawn as his head rested atop his crossed paws.

For a while I remained completely still, slowing my breathing and finding my center until my eyes shot open and my body burst into action. Swinging the sword in wide powerful arcs at devastating speeds, my body moving in fluid motions and adding kicks seamlessly into the Kata. The routine lasted several minutes of nonstop movement, ending in a final flourish, the sword stopping dead mid swing.