"I have decided to offer my services as a martial arts teacher to the residents of this district. There were a lot of unarmed and unprepared civilians during the previous attack, and we cannot trust Aria, or any of the mercenaries, to provide us with the 'protection' that we are supposed to be paying for."

He gestured inside the room; he's nearly done with preparing the place. The whole apartment has been somewhat restructured to function as a training area of sorts. There's a rack with an array of self-made weapons; he's not a blacksmith, but any fool can attach a sharpened blade to a stick and make a spear. There's also wooden swords, wooden staffs, and at the end is what looks like a half-finished hand-made bow. The centre of the room is left mostly empty to allow sparring.

Two other doorways on opposite sides of the main area lead off to other rooms, both also dedicated to training one's body and mind in the martial arts.