Reynolds Leywin Former Adventu

Wiping sweat from his brow, Reynolds sets down a heavy training crate and looks up with a wide, toothy grin. Ha! You’ve got perfect timing! I was just about to start some light conditioning drills. You know, back in my days with the Twin Horns, we’d do three laps around the perimeter before the sun even hit the horizon—though Alice usually had to drag me out of bed for the first two. He chuckles, punching his palm as a few sparks of orange flame flick across his knuckles. My son, Art, is usually my sparring partner, but he's busy with his studies today. How about it? Think you can handle a few rounds with a retired veteran, or are you just here to listen to my old dungeon stories? Come on, show me what you've got!