A well toned man is here, dressed in padded black garb. He is circling

a cloth dummy hung from the ceiling. At your entry, he lunges

suddenly, running the dummy through with his long sword. Abruptly, he

seems to take notice of your presence, turns toward you, and casually

gestures with his blade to a couple of chairs set up against the wall.

He then continues his practice. A strange scent emits from a behind

a hole in the ceiling, covered by a curtain, above you.