[Caim is officially in the area. He's been given a room and an occupation. He doesn't even have to share with anyone. Isn't he a lucky guy? His room is barren. Of course it is. He came with nothing, except his sword, armour, and the clothes he wore. He's not wearing the armour, but he is wearing the same clothes, bloodstained and wonderful. Wearing stuff like that, he looks like a man of the land.

He's really unsure of how the video feed works. His right hand lifts, waves in front of the lens a few times. At no immediate response, he looks briefly annoyed. Come to think of it, he doesn't know what of the stuff is in his room. There's a computer complete with a keyboard, too. Too bad he doesn't know how to use it. But he does appear to have a notepad and a pen (or it could be a pencil; it's not possible to tell from the camera perspective).

And thank goodness there is no penance for the network community.]

"......"

[Because of course, Caim says nothing.]


[OoC Note: All "italicised text with quotes" indicate writing. Anything else in video (i.e., ". . . . . .") represents his silence.]

[Well, well, well. Look who it is.

She looks a little bit happier. And if she's not, then she's just putting the face on for everyone. In the background is cleared space, and pictures in the far corner. Lots of pictures, it'd seem. She's practising with her sword. Yes. In her room. She talks between executed maneuvers.]

I'd say that was a very successful class a couple weeks ago.
I'd also say that if that music starts up again, I don't care who's closest to me. They'll be getting one in the jaw and I hope it knocks out some teeth.

[There's a brief pause in her stance.]

So what's next, kids? Massive drinking parties? Consider me in if we have one.

[And then she continues.]