Today he had a lesson with Johan Ablaer. The new Ji’val had taken to the spear like a duck to water, to borrow the Wetland phrase. He had a test of sorts planned for today. When the young man arrived for practice, he lead him on a run with spear and buckler in hand as usual. They only broke the sandbags out on occasion these days. Without any comment or preamble, Terric lead the way towards and then through the Tower gates into the city. Nobody stopped them, a Gaidin could nearly go where he pleased and Ji’Val had a deal of freedom on their own.
They jogged through crowded streets until Terric lead them down an alley he’d picked out the day before. Vaulting onto a pile of boxes, he climbed onto the low roof of one of the buildings. When Johan Ablaer had joined him on the roof, Terric simply said, “Same rules as always, land three hits,” before taking off across the roof in a run. He clambered up to the roof of the adjacent building before looking back to see if the young man was chasing him. He had heard the Ji’Val was an excellent climber. This should be fun if he was, if not, they would have to think of something else. When he saw the younger man following, he turned and ran, throwing himself from the roof. He landed in a tumble on the top of the next building and kept running. Hopefully Johan Ablaer wouldn’t splatter himself against the cobbles below. Terric did not want to have to explain that to the Master of Training.