Fully armored and with sword in hand, Maydril had intended to find her own Sensorium room and proceed with a bit of her own training.

But movement and the glint of armor from another room had distracted her, and she poked her head in, blue eyes going very wide at what she saw.

It was like watching Warmaster de Veris teach a class, or perhaps watching Lady Erzebet fight. Maybe a bit like a dance, but all good swordplay was a bit like that, Maydril knew.

She could not help standing there with her mouth hanging open, unfortunately.