Jiro POV

Jiro shut the door to one of the many parlors in the house. They had at least ten. Nine now, with this one in shambles. The door muffled the smashing of silly knickknacks and stuffy furnishings.

He turned to walk down the hallway and met up with Cyran. “I take it I’m supposed to report to the training area?” Cyran asked, smelling guilty.

“Oh yes, For a very quick and dirty sparring session. Unless you’d rather clean up in there after Dane is ...