Redsand Canyon stained glass and marble

Open to anyone wanting a spar!

Glaukos was spending a little more time around the training grounds ever since his spar with Aquene. He'd won, he thoroughly believed that he'd beaten the girl and was glad for that, but there was always room for improvement.

It helped also that there were more bodies around Mereo these days — newcomers intent on proving themselves as auxillia, which Glaukos was more than happy to see booted in to plebian ranks once they'd wised up to their own worth. He was more than happy to help those lesser-known wolves come to grips with themselves (admittedly, less inclined to admit his own faults to himself in the present).

He paced within the flat expanse of the sparring ring and watched for signs of a passing patrol, or someone returning from a hunt, or any other chance to threaten the newcomers. He did not know their names but at this point, Glaukos only cared to fight, and further cement himself as some kind of guardian to Mereo above the others.