Hercynia
Island of Thoughts
Isthia thanked the woman, quickly making her way to the training room. A cursory examination of the room revealed crash mats piled in a cupboard, worn lockers lining one side of the room with scratched out spaces for name tags, an extensive collection of pristine weapons, and benches lining a wall. Taking a seat on one of the benches, Isthia waited until the door opened, raising her hand and greeting the people outside it with a simple "Hello."
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