Waen walked out onto the deck of her home, the high tower at the training arena. She finished her tea and lembas and then headed downstairs. She opened the front gate for anyone who wished to enter and then took her weapons to her favorite spot. She stood at a line and grabbed her 6 throwing knives and closed her eyes. One by one she threw them and her the pleasant thump of the hitting thier mark. When she opened her eyes, she frowned as she had not gotten two of them dead center. "I will have to come back to that." She told herself, as she grabbed her bow and raised it yup to hit the targets behind. She moved hr quiver slightly so she could grab the arrows better and then proceeded to empty it. The arrows flew true and hit the center mark. "I need a farther target." She told herself. "I'll add one later." Then she walked back over to her pack and took a drink of water and picked up her sword. She flung it around a few times and then went a stood in the center of the arena, her back to the gate. She started going through the motions of a mock war in her mind. The battle has been real, and her energy burst forth. She was turning to make an attack, when a noise caught her attention, she followed through with the thrust and saw someone standing in the gate. "Hail and well met. I am Waenlotien, do you come to practice, train or watch?"