Fight School for beginners.

[The Crooked Knight]

Sketch nodded thoughtfully at the man, he knew his practice well. The thought of a trainer was perfect. Everything that Nevin said made sense, Sketch figured that one weapon would be a good start, and a sickle or scythe would be perfect to start. "The trainer sounds perfect, are they a particularly good fighter? I hope I don't make myself look bad."

Sketch though about Nevin and Aphrael, the pair seemed to be in sync, which made Sketch happy, and a lot less worried for Nevin. He was happy that Nevin had a girl in his life, even if it was a bird. Seeing the look on Nevin's face brightened up Sketch's mood even more. "Nevin my friend, set up the meeting with this trainer, I'm excited to get started in learning the basics of combat."

The thought of learning how to fight properly was exciting for Sketch, it wouldn't be him cowering with a stick against wolves any longer, that didn't turn out well last time for him, he'd fallen off a rock and sliced his forehead open. The memory of that fight made his face turn a bright red in humiliation. He almost certainly was going to make a fool out of himself if it was personal combat. Sketch let out a deep sigh and continued to eat his fifth helping of bacon.

Sketch wondered if this trainer could help him coordinate fighting with one of his Grym, he wasn't sure how hard it would be to fight alongside a living nightmare. He wished that Nevin had been more specific about what the trainer was like, and what they were capable of, so he had a better idea of what he would be interested in trying to learn. He wasn't even sure that this trainer could teach him how to use either of the weapons he was interested in, seeing as how they were basically farm equipment, though he guessed that if he could learn anything at all about fighting, then it would be a net gain over all.