[Pine]

Another figure approach and Catherine began to move away.

"Very well then, I believe your next instructor will be able to help you better than me, for now...if you really have so little practical experience."

She offered a coy smile at that and wandered off without further words.
Keldon bowed to the women out of respect, she had preformed well and made one hell of an entry. Turning to face the new instructor Keldon waited to see who the person was and what they had planned.

And it was an odd fellow who approached. His legs were bent and gangly, his face was tired and droopy and in his hands, he held what appeared to be a fishing rod. Rheumy eyes peered confusedly at Keldon, before smacking his lips against his gums.
"Eh? You're the new student? Big hulking thing you are. What are you, an orc-blood? Come on then. We have work for you to do. Got some cleansing onboard. See if you make the cut."
And with that, the old man loped off and a not inconsiderable pace, his legs crossing the landscape without any sign of tiredness, fatigue or stumbling.
"Heading to the training area. Been doing this for years. You may want to get yourself your horse. It's a bit of a ride."