When in doubt

Having long since recovered from the injuries she'd obtained from the raid, Asvor was glad that thing were going back to normal. Well - a new normal, really, since by the sound of things Tyrian had plans for Fireside that were quite different than what most of them had been used to. As far as she was concerned, she didn't mind; though she was growing old she'd never been particularly set in her ways and, if anything, she was growing even more receptive to change and to new ideas as she aged.

Overall Asvor was quite content with how things were going, and she wasn't thinking of much in particular as she navigated the knolls, content to bask in the pleasant afternoon sun. Her easy pace showed no real direction, at least until she heard Tyrian beckoning someone to come spar with him. Intrigued at the possibility of a good practice fight, she picked up her lazy pace to meet Tyrian, pleased to find he wasn't at all far from where she was wandering. "Looking for a fight, Tyrian?" She wore a faint smile as she approached, head lightly dipping in greeting.