Irenya and Alara arrived at the armoury training room a little early for their lesson with Jilali. A senior guard waited at the heavy timber door, two large keys clutched in his hand, which meant Jilali was not already there. Irenya was surprised.
Good, at least I won’t appear to be dragging my heels.
Good, at least I won’t appear to be dragging my heels.The guard used both keys to unlock the building and stepped in ahead of them. He took a few moments to look around the room, making sure everything was in order, before leaving. As usual, the smell tickled Irenya’s nose: accumulated dust and stale oil, old blankets, canvas covers and sheaths, and the ever-present taint of oil-protected steel. Irenya heard Jilali’s voice outside, and the guard telling her he would return to lock up.
Jila
