[Location] Fitness and Bones (Training)

[Kalinda]

OOC: There is no moderator assigned to this thread. You are free to self moderate your entrance into the Fitness and Bones training school. Please arrange for moderation of your training thread before signing up for training here. You can either self moderate your training, ask a GM to mod you or arrange for training with a PC teacher. The description of Markener, the NPC who owns the school can be found below.

A small establishment known as name “Fitness and Bones” was situated to the north from military compound that belonged to the Arium Legion. It was a rather small training hall, where everybody could get lessons in unarmed combat and sword fighting and belonged to a vysstichi known as Markenar Gaveth. The building itself was two stories in height and rather long, with a flat roof and windows only on the second level. On the sign above the entrance door an unknown artist had drawn two arms - one belonged to a skeleton and another to a human like creature. They were wrestling. One of the elemental missiles had broken through the roof, and new tiles formed a distinguishing spot after repairing.

The door was never closed, and anyone who dared to come inside found himself in a small room with two closed doors at one side and stairs going near the wall opposite to entrance. Two torches was giving enough light to cross this space, to read the strange sign "Are you sure you came to right place?" and rose up to the gym itself. The training hall was a big room, which occupied all the space on the second floor. It had windows on every side, though some of them closed. Several low benches stood near the entrance where students could sit during and rest. They could also leave their belongings there. Several dummies of different form and construction were standing in the far corner and the floor was covered with matting.

At this time hall was empty and only a lonely dark elf was practicing on it's own with a wooden dummy, biting it with bare fists to "death". Then he stopped and turned to greet those who came inside:

"How may I help you?"

Prices:
Basic ~ 200 crowns
Intermediate ~ 400 crowns
Advanced ~ 800 crowns

Only the following styles of Zinn'ka are offered: Shaasskah, Rhingorda and K’tesh

Name: Markener Gaveth

Race: Vysstichi

Age. about 300 patterns

Personality: Merkener is a sarcastic, sadistic bastard with a mean sense of humor. He amuses himself a lot during training- go run a lap, why, because I feel like watching you pant. Doesn’t like normal elves very much- reverse prejudice- but will train anyone if they pay him money. He may treat them badly just to make himself feel better, however. “You hate my race, I make you sore” and possibly will charge them more. Decent teacher, but prone to assigning menial tasks for his own amusement.

Appearance: Merkener, is a 5’11” tall Vysstichi Morquendi. He has a muscular frame, despite his naturally scrawny build. His years of fighting and training have made him into a machine- his walk is almost supernaturally smooth, and his every movement is perfect. He has very thin, feminine features, with the characteristic black skin and red eyes of his kind. His left ear has a piercing in the lobe, and he wears a little gold loop. He has long, straight white hair that would fall to his shoulders if he didn’t wear it back in a pony tail.

History: Used to have continual threats to his life- was a mercenary. Settled down once his son got older, and concentrated on training his son and then training others.

Traning: Enough to give basic and apprentice training in most basic pointy metal weapons. Can give basic training in fighting without weapons, but no further.

Major Items/Equipment: Fitness and Bones

Titles/Jobs/Positions: Owner of Fitness and Bones, Master Warrior

[Sadar]

The vysstichi walked through the streets of Vortex, his light steps easily carrying the small and incredibly skinny 4’11 frame across the hard ground quickly, the risen sun shining upon the side of his hood, its heat licking at the ash colored skin that was not protected by the black shadows cast by the low cowl of the hood of his cloak. His steps were quick, trying to take Sadar's delicate body to the shelter of his destination before the pain in his red eyes and head increased from the light that surrounded him, making every object look like nothing more then a blur after a short while or his unprotected hands get burnt by the heat of summer.

After a short amount of time, his deeply sunken red eyes knew that they would be getting a welcome relief from the light as the sight of the sign hanging from the small building greeted them. Through the open door the dark elf walked, approaching the other vysstichi in the room, the one beating on a dummy. No hatred for other races was held within Sadar’s black heart, but neither was any fondness of his own race. To him, everybody around him was nothing, things that existed only for him to send to his dark lord Jalat. That was what Sadar considered to be his only purpose for existing, to send the souls to his dark god and then continue with the killing. He did not hate or dislike anyone; he simply wanted to kill them all. But it was not bloodlust or anything of the like that drive the vysstichi on, for if it was then he would not have been able to deal with the store keepers to purchase all of the items that hung at his waist. No, Sadar was not stupid enough to attack this man either, even though he doubted that anybody would notice for hours due to the emptiness of the place. The only thing he wanted was to kill and keep killing, of course he did not fear his own death, most likely he would welcome the chance to see the god he struggled to appease, but he knew that once he was dead, there would be no more killings. It would be over, finished. And with the few things that he had accomplished so far, Sadar did not want that to happen for a long time yet. With absolutely no training, the only lives that he had actually taken so far belonged to small animals. But with this training that he had come here for, he expected larger victims to be sent.

"I have come for basic dual wield dirk training." The vysstichi said to the other one once his attention was turned upon him, Sadar's voice low, barely above a whisper and barely heard in the other elf’s ear.

" Basic training costs a total of two hundred crowns." Markener replied, holding out his hand as two hundred crowns eventually found their way into it through the delicate fingers of Sadar as he reached behind him to where his coin purse was hidden beneath the black hooded cloak and dipped his hand in and out again and again, eventually getting the number of crowns out of it.

"We can begin right away." said Sadar, dropping another fifty crowns into the hand of the other vysstichi to encourage him to start the training as soon as possible and to get it done quickly as well.

[Darilic T'Kon]

OOC: Kalinda it's been a while since I've been on and everything has changed quite a bit, especially the whole self modding thing. It hadn't been implemented before I left. I can't find the other Fitness and Bones where I had posted and started trying to get training. I had just paid and was going to start recieving training. I'll go ahead and start my training thread and if you could put in a post for me so that I can get a feel for Markener's attitude I think I can take it from there.

IC: Darilic handed over the required 200 crowns and looked Markener in the eye before saying," I'll be here at first light to begin my training, and I wish for it to go as quickly as possible. Till then."

Darilic turned on his heel and strode from the training center, not bothering to look back. Training was all that the massive dracon wanted and now that he had procured a way to recieve it he was eager to begin. His desire for death and destruction was growing with each passing day and his training would need to be swift indeed. Smiling to himself as he thought of the plans that he had been forming Darilic disappeared out onto the streets.

[Reldass Treem]

Reldass entered the fitness and bones wanting to get his training started. Looking at the teacher, Reldass smiled and he pulled out two hundred crowns and he put it on the counter, his smile wide an eager.

"Dual weilding, Gladius and Longsword"

Reldass waited as Markener thought about it and then trainer Vysstichi nodded and took he crowns from the table and put them into his pocket,

"We can get started tommorow"

[Arten]

Arten walked into the Fitness and Bones training center and watched the dark elf practising on a wooden dummy. Looking at the price list the lutran started digging crowns out of his pocket.

"May I help you?" The vysatchi said suddenly.

Looking up at the elf Arten said, "I would like basic dagger training, if possible when can we start?"

"That'll will be 200 crowns, and we can start in the morning. Come back here a little after dawn and our training will start."

"Thank you," The Lutran dropped the 200 crowns in the vysatchi's hand. "I'll be here," turning the lutran left the building.

[Kalinda]

ttt

[Faust D'Rinishad]

'Home' was a relative concept for a stateless swordsman, who was destined to continually traverse throughout Telath without the slightest inclination of settling down. This mentality of constant travel was likely spurred on by excitement born of youthfulness, but nonetheless, it was a very prevalent mentality in the Vysstichi Prince's life. There had been a time when he'd thrived amidst the soils of Har'oloth, soaking up the luxuriants of his clan, the First House of the Undercity, and living life to its' flourishing advantages. This had transparently all transitioned when the Second House and its' notorious band of mercenaries had succeeded in removing the Prince's family from its' prominent seat of power. Fortunately, Faust Kitrye-versesi had managed to escape this waylaying and scrambled his way to the surface. It had been here in the Fitness Bones Training Center that he had found refuge. Markener had assigned Zackner to take the dark elf under his wing, tutoring and training him the arts of swordsmanship so that when the brightening of reckoning came, Faust would be able to retrieve his vengeance. The aspiring warrior had cherished his time spent with the Gaveth family, entertained by Markener's sarcasm to the other customers and Zackner's unwavering kindness.

The Fitness and Bones Training Center had been home.

The interior of the building hadn't altered much since the Prince's last visit. It still maintained a rugged and somewhat weathered delineation to it, though no more or less than before. A glance to the greasy mats in the side rooms brought a candid smile along the dark elf's face, one that was naturally summoned out of fond recollection. Faust had last sparred on those very same greasy mats against Markener's most accomplished apprentice, Jashis. The Vysstichi acutely recalled Zackner and Terren priming him up for his first duel against the similarly aged lad. Faust had been adequately prepared and had conclusively defeated Jashis to Zackner's ultimate pleasure. The dark elf chuckled as he recalled how furious Zackner's father had been, cursing wildly at the foolish mistakes that his student hat committed. The young Prince, on the other hand, had been celebrated and acknowledged with honor and dignity. That experience had been the last one that he remembered within the Fitness Bones Training Center. It was strange to fathom when comprehending how much had changed over the course of the many years of his departure. Time had surpassed so quickly, as if Kalendryas herself was accelerating the candlemarks.

In the distance, the reverberating sounds of a punching bag could be heard. The dark elf's crimson gaze descended upon the sweating form of Markener, who deftly ducked back and forth while delivering a flurry jabs and punches into the immobile object. The Vysstichi proprietor had never been a proficient wielder of a sword, though ironically he claimed an infinite knowledge in most sorts of weaponry. However, his primary field of expertise lay in the fields of Zinnk'a. There was no telling how much skill that the aged dark elf harbored in those styles of combat, but it was quite obvious that it was extensive indeed. Rumors had always circulated about Markener that he'd been involved in a share of illegal practices, though these had dissipated once he had discovered that his son Zackner would be coming into the world. Faust had always assumed that his preliminary 'occupations' had been responsible for the immense
amount of adroitness that he sported. The Prince had never been granted the liberties of learning from the hand-to-hand master, but he was confident that the man would be able to teach him everything that he needed to know. Although Faust had always wanted to pursue and further his career in the unarmed combats; that was not the purpose of his visit.

"Serale, Master Markener." the dark elf greeted with an obeisant bow. The gesture in itself was significant and synonymous of a student, one who had obviously participated in the events of the training center before. "I hope you are doing well, Master. Your skills look as sharpened as ever." the corners of the Vysstichi Prince's lips twitched in a smile. It was highly probable that Markener didn't recognize Faust, especially as it had been many, many patterns since he'd last seen him, and the warrior prince had both grown and matured noticeably over time. "It's been a long time, Master, but hopefully you haven't forgotten me." the dark elf chuckled innocently and drew back the cowl of his ebony cloak, revealing a familiar resplendent face and a head that was framed by a gleaming shock of silvery hair, "It's me, Faust, Faust D'Rinishad."

[Kalinda]

Markener had changed in little in the time that had passed between Faust’s first visit to the training school and his current one. A couple of patterns had passed, but elves did not age in the same way as humans. It would be another couple of centuries before the effects of old age began to show on the seasoned warrior. He was tall for a man of his race and quite muscular, but nevertheless graceful. There would never be an elf that moved clumsily, like one of the humans. His white hair was tied back in a ponytail with a simple black ribbon. Beads of sweat glistened on his ebony face. Despite his build his facial features were quite fine and almost feminine, but anybody who underestimated him because of that would be taught a lesson. Markener was a terrible opponent in a fight.

The master warrior wore only a black tunic and pants made of fine, light cloth. His feet were bare. There was no need to wear shoes inside the training school, besides some moves were easier to execute without those things on. His hands were curled into his fists as he attacked the training dummy. Each move, each jab and punch was executed with the utmost precision. There was always the same time between the attacks, always a second. The training dummy moved back and forth under the vysstichi’s continued onslaught. It looked almost as if it would break apart soon.

As Faust made his way towards him, the vysstichi let go of the training dummy, picked a handkerchief up that was lying on the ground and wiped the sweat on his forehead before he turned to his visitor. A puzzled expression crossed his face for a moment. There was something faintly familiar about the man in front of him, but he could not tell exactly what it was. He failed to make the connection between the boy that had come to him all the time ago and the man he was now. At the stranger’s compliment he smiled lightly. “Faust? Faust D’Rinishad?” His surprise as the vysstichi finally revealed who he was was obvious. “Yes, I remember. You were not much more than a boy back then, but you had potential …” There was no irony, no sarcasm in the master’s voice now, but only genuine curiosity. “What brings you back to my school?”

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Markener Gaveth radiated an intimidating aura that tended to inspire fear into his students. His sarcasm, brutality, and cruelty were traits that contributed to this enveloping sadistic light. However, had one been present throughout the duration of the young dark elf's training then they would have speculated the soft spot within the master warrior's heart, the tenderness that was prevalent for children. Albeit the Vysstichi Prince would never acknowledge this observed kindness in fear of retribution of the prideful Markener, Faust had never forgotten the benevolent thing that the instructor had done for him. It may have seemed very minute and pointless at the time, but Markener had lowered the training prices for the dark elf -substantially- so that he could have a home here and become educated as well. The Vysstichi had always known of this act of altruism, and because of it he would forever be in the man's debt. Faust sighed and lingered over to the counter of the interior, allowing his fingertips to run along the smooth surface of the table once or twice in reflection before offering Markener a faint smile. It was so good to be back home!

"I'm honored that you remember me, Sir." the Vysstichi canted his head respectfully in recognition. Markener had trained a handful of students in his life, a handful of hundreds. The master warrior had been an instructor longer than the Vysstichi had been alive. Thus, the fact that he had remembered the little prince was a prideful revelation indeed. Prior to responding to Markener's immediate question, the Vysstichi had to contemplate on his own for a little bit. There had actually been many reasons why he had come back to the Fitness and Bones Training Center; one being to reunite with the figureheads and role-models that had been prevalent in his childhood, and the keep a promise that he had made to himself a long, long time ago. This vow had been to repay the debt that they had once provided to him. And Faust's response to this promise lay within the foundation of the Fitness and Bones Training Facility. He would transform it into the establishment that Markener had always wanted. It would take time, a lot of time, but it was the least that the dark elf could do. And hopefully by then, perhaps he would introduce Markener, Zackner, and Terren to his own family.

"Yes, it's definitely good to be back." Faust whispered to himself, glancing around the weathered building and temporarily absorbing into the surroundings. Markener's words brought him back to reality. The Vysstichi Prince considered his answer meticulously before addressing the elder dark elf once more, "Master Markener, it's long been a dream of mine to walk in your footsteps. Even when I was a kid here I admired what you did for a living and had wanted to aspire to such a 'prestigous' career one brightening. I was hoping that you'd consider allowing me to take over the Fitness and Bones Training Center, for a price of course." Faust hesitated to await the master's response. The Vysstichi Prince didn't think that his proposition was too outrageous, especially as Markener wasn't getting any younger and there was the matter of the business to look over in the future. "And even if you did choose to grant me this great honor, I would never ask you or your son to leave. By all means, I would love if you stayed here as long as your hearts desired. You may ask why I request your business, and it is only fair that I tell you." Faust glanced upwards somewhat, "I want to create a legacy for Markener Gaveth and his family here in Vortex, to show the city and maybe the world one day what you all have done for this society."

[Kalinda]

„You were good,“ the vysstichi only said as Faust told him that he was honored that he remembered him. “And you were young. Most people that come to my school nowadays are adults, and most of the children I’ve taught are quite clumsy. You were different. I would be a fool if I could not remember one of my most exceptional students ...” He shrugged his shoulders, not quite willing to reveal more. Children were a weak spot of his, but he would never admit that openly out of fear that people would not see him as a fear inspiring fighter anymore, but only as a man who had grown too soft. Markener Gaveth did not want to destroy that image he had carefully built of himself. Tenderness, kindness and benevolence had no place in a master warrior’s life.

While he waited for Faust to tell him what he wanted, the vysstichi warrior walked to the front desk. There was no reason to talk to his old acquaintance, to an old student who had made it far in this world judging by his appearance in front of a badly beaten training dummy. He leaned against the edge of the counter and watched the younger man curiously. There was no trace of the master’s son Zackner yet. The younger man was doing a bit of business outside the school. As for students – Markener did not hold any classes at the moment. Most of the training sessions would take place later in the brightening. He usually spent the mornings practicing and keeping his body in good shape.

He quietly listened to Faust’s words. His face revealed little of what he was thinking, of how he was feeling about the proposal. As the younger man finally paused to give him the opportunity to say something, the warrior frowned very briefly. “So you want to buy my school, Faust D’Rinishad?” he asked. “Why do you want to buy it? Am I correct in assuming it is because it is the first place where you ever trained? A legacy for me and my family is fine, but I’m not an old man yet. I’m just over three hundred patterns old, and my son is the same age as you. I’m fond of my school. I’m worried that it will not be my school anymore, that other people would make all the decisions, that I will only be allowed to stay and teach and nothing more. Do you know how much time I invested into the Fitness and Bones? Tell me that this is not the case – that I will still have a say in how the school is run and that you will renovate it and I will give your proposal consideration ...”

Unfortunately, even though Markener was a dedicated individual and did his best, he did not have the money to renovate the training institute. He just earned enough to pay his employees and to make sure that the building did not simply collapse on top of them all. He was not a rich man.

[Faust D'Rinishad]

Pride was the initial sensation that welded within the Vysstichi's heart as Markener complimented him, fully bearing in mind that the master warrior of the Fitness and Bones Training Center did not lend them out freely. But then again, even when Faust had been significantly younger the elder Vysstichi had proffered congratulations over his progress as an aspiring swordsman. The D'Rinishad surely wondered how the man would have commented about the dark elf's skill now! Nonetheless, despite the arrogance that should have clouded the Vysstichi's judgement he instead accepted it with humility, fully comprehending the rarity of Markener's words but not allowing himself to get too egotistic. Despite his growing adroitness through the patterns Faust knew that he still had much to learn, not only about the sword, but about himself as well. He was not yet the complete warrior that he'd embarked out to become, though he was steadily drawing nearer to that aspiration. Zackner's parting words to the dark elf had included telling him to scour the world and acquire newfound knowledge. After all, training would produce limits on a fighter, but training that was incorporated with knowledge established a utterly different and far more effective fighter.

As Markener rounded from the corner the Vysstichi Prince departed to him his proposition, not entirely sure how the instructor would accept it. Albeit the pair were familiar with one another, the warrior was a very proud man who'd unlikely accept much aid from the outside world. Thus, it was assumed that the young Baron would be susceptible to far more considerations than any other entrepeneur. Still, Markener was more than legitimate in stating the amount of time and effort that he'd expended into the creation and progress of the facility, regardless if the building was steadily waning and transforming into a weathered facility. Even when he was much younger, the Vysstichi had noticed the various creaks and splitting wood that consisted of the foundation. There was a lot of work that was required to be completed in order to turn the establishment into a far more eye-pleasing and accommodating business. However, that would take money. And the predicament that Markener faced was that he didn't have an outstanding or accumulative profit subsequent of his ownership. The money was likely being poured into keeping the building up or some other draining factors, debts maybe? Faust could help change this.

"Yes, Master Markener. The Fitness and Bones has always been a home for me. It was one of the first places that I sought refuge after the death of my family, and in being welcomed here you, your son, Miss Terren, and even the establishment itself has had a place in my heart." Faust sighed, somewhat embarrassed that he was parting with his inward feelings. There was an unspoken code in traditional dark elven society that demanded feelings be suppressed and contained, but this was hardly Har'oloth anymore. "I can understand your reluctance to part with this business, as I too would have a difficult time doing so. And I also realize that you are far from old!" Faust quickly added with an innocent smile, "You could still probably take on almost ninety-nine percent of the empire!" the Vysstichi finally laughed somewhat, expecting an awkward visage to surface along Markener's face. Even as he chuckled the dark elf was somewhat excited as to what he had to say next. Markener had responded as he'd earlier surmised. And Faust seemingly had an opportunity for him that the master warrior wouldn't like pass up.

"Master Markener," Faust finally began once more, this time maintaining a quite serious demeanor about him, "I would be willing to offer you 20,000 crowns in exchange for the ownership of the business. That's enough to purchase an entirely new building if you desired." the dark elf paused as he accentuated Markener's continued participation in the training center, "Granted I'd also be more than honored to allow you to maintain your current level of management and continue making the decisions over the welfare of this fine place. You have sustained this business greatly through the patterns and none other would do a finer job of it in the future as well. Not to mention, I doubt that there is a more capable fighter or instructor in all of the lands as you." Faust's ginger smile prevailed along his lips once more, "Lastly, I have a variety of very competent and loyal warriors who could help in the training here. Some of them are quite excellent fighters and would be fine additions to the instructors here. Not only that, but it would allow you take take a break once in awhile as well" Faust finally offered his closure and looked heavily into Markener's eyes, "How does this sound to you, Master Markener?"

[Kalinda]

„I’m honored ...“ the master warrior began. “I’m honored that you still remember me and my family and that my teachings have had such an impact on your life. Most people walk out of the school after their lessons are over and forget all about it ...” He shrugged his shoulders as if this fact did not bother him – Markener was not a man who showed his emotions openly, but somebody who always pretended to be tough, cool and slightly sarcastic. He made his students work hard and continued to push them beyond their limits so that it almost seemed like torture, showed little pity, but it always served a purpose. His hard training, his unorthodox, almost cruel teaching methods made people stronger and better. It was unfortunate that so very few really appreciated what he did for them.

At the mention of Terren the warrior let out a barely noticeable sigh. He still found the half elven woman attractive, but she seemed to favour his son as the boy was closer to her own age. It had been this way since Faust had first stepped into the training school all those patterns ago. Their little romantic entanglements were still ongoing – and there was no solution in sight. When Terren had found out that her father, the Lich, had been murdered – he was another victim of the vampires - the young woman had briefly sought comfort in the older man’s arms, but she had turned from him soon enough. Apparently experience wasn’t everything for her.

“Only ninety-nine percent?” Markener asked and arched an eyebrow. “It’s disappointing that you only consider me stronger than ninety-nine percent of the Empire ...” The tone of his voice suggested that he really thought that, but there was a certain, amused shimmer in his eyes. “20.000 crowns is a lot of money,” he stated simply, not revealing whether the offer surprised him or not. “It would allow me to open a school that is bigger and better than Fitness and Bones, and that’s why I still don’t get why you want to buy it. It irritates me. You sound like a saint, and frankly, I don’t believe that such people exist. Everybody has hidden motives. Is it also because it already has an established client base, because people already know about it? Memories can’t be everything.”

“I don’t want to open a new school, at least not right away. If you make me the manager and give me a sufficient description of what you are going to do once you have bought the school I will accept. It will stay the Fitness and Bones, it will stay Markener’s school. And I want to know who those teachers that you are going to bring to Vortex are. I want to know who I’ll be working with. Maybe I know them ...” He paused for a moment, pondering something and then asked another question, the last one for the time being, “Since you want to buy my school, do you intend to settle down in Vortex? It will be hard to run a school the way it should be run if you spend all your time travelling around.”

[Faust D'Rinishad]

The reason why most people who'd undergone instruction in the Fitness and Bones Training Facility chose to dismiss the experience from their memories was very obvious. After all, people tended to ignore and 'forget' the lesser welcomed instances of their past. Markener was a sarcastic jerk. That revelation was transparent to all who'd ever experienced his instruction. Zackner and Terren differentiated from him greatly, delineating far more kindness and patience in their teachings which summarized for a far more effective and prolonged relationship with their students. Faust couldn't deny that Markener was likely a very acclaimed man who'd bestowed vital knowledge into his students as far as the combative arts went, but he highly doubted that any of these people had ever hoped to be the master warrior's friend. Sardonic people just didn't make very many; that was Faust's personal conclusion. Such was the reason why Markener was so close with his son through the patterns. Despite his father's arrogance and pride, Zackner would always have to accept him for who he was. The lad didn't have any siblings as far as Faust knew, and it didn't appear that he'd be receiving any soon.

The sigh that escaped from Markener's lips concerning Terren brought a tidbit of suspicion to surface along the Vysstichi Prince's face. He had always suspected that Terren and Zackner had some relationship together as they'd been very 'close' when they'd instructed Faust as a kid. The Baron of House D'Rinishad had also noticed that Markener was significantly older than the girl, which made it far more difficult for him to relate to her than his son did. Zackner was a resplendent and handsome man, accomplished with a sword and with a benevolent heart. There really wasn't much that Zackner had to compete against Markener for as far as personalities went either. The Prince had learned that women loved nice men, nice men who knew how to treat a woman. Albeit Faust wasn't exactly a casanova himself, he'd had a fair share of females that had proclaimed interest in him in the past, particularly one very special and lovely partly Vysstichi girl.

Faust's amusement with Markener's comment concerning his abilities was overshadowed by his suspicion regarding the former student's motives. 20,000 crowns was indeed a lot of money and Faust could easily have opened a school himself, but such wouldn't be proper here in Vortex as it would have involved competing against his former teacher. The Baron of House D'Rinishad hadn't actually considered the fact that Markener was well-established, but the more he thought about it the more he comprehended how accurate the statement had been as well. However, there weren't really many hidden motives on the Vysstichi's agenda. In truth, it had always been a dream of his to own his own facility, and why not start at square one? Literally. Markener may not have been able to grasp the reality of Faust's honesty, but how the dark elf wished that the master warrior could peer into his mind! He would have seen that Faust had the well-being of the Gaveth family embedded within his aspirations, that is of course, alongside his own name and House D'Rinishads. Had this not been the case then Faust would have negotiated for a much lesser price for the business. That, or simply open one of his own up and rob customers from the Fitness and Bones. The main point was; he hadn't.

"Master Markener," Faust chuckled, never deterring from his candid smile as he began once more, "My only motive remains to be in elevating the Fitness and Bones Training Center to the most prestigous and acclaimed level possible. That, and perhaps making some money. But then again, that much must already be obvious." Faust's head canted in a nod, signifying that this was all he had to say about the matter for now. There was still the issue of offering Markener and his family a place in House D'Rinishad but the dark elf supposed that he would make this profitable suggestion to the man after their business dealings. "As for some of the instructors, well, there are several that came to my mind. You are perhaps...no...the best..."" Faust smiled and winked before continuing, "unarmed fighter I know. So there isn't any need to bring in any additional Zinn'ka masters. However, I have some very accomplished and loyal swordsmen who are quite bored as of late and they'd been itching for some action, any type of action so I supposed this would be the perfect place for them to see it."

Faust chuckled slightly, "My dear and trusted friend Jhael has made it a point to remain here in Vortex. He's getting somewhat old and his daughter has moved on in her life. Several seasons ago he came to live with me out in Centripax. Unfortunately, I suppose it was not to his preference and I can tell that he missed his home which is also here in Vortex nearby. He has a lot of energy and there is no doubt that very few, if any, can match him with a blade. His daughter's name is Adria. I'm not quite sure if you've heard of them? She too, is an exceptionally fine fighter by the way. And I know that they would be incredible complements to you and your son." Faust grinned once more. He had been somewhat disappointed by the prospect of departing with both of his beloved friends, but that had seemingly been the course that they'd inevitably had to take. Jhael didn't care for blood shed and Adria loved her father. The Vysstichi, despite his desires to keep them with him, respected that.

"As for me, well, Vortex has always been my home." Faust flashed a smile once more, allowing that to answer Markener's question. After several moments of letting these words sink into the master's mind, the Vysstichi sighed, "So, what do you say, Master Markener?"