As the early morning sun spreads its soft rays over the world most of Lismore is only just awakening to the new day. The floating island serene and peaceful. Bathed in golden light it resembles a city of gods.
Though in one place it sounds less peaceful. Shouts and the rushing sound of air being pushed aside come from the arena, anyone close by would thing there was an event there and may come to investigate. But inside they would find only one.
Dru spent many of her mornings this way. Training her body, mind, and spirit to work as one. Her speed and skill something that she was never satisfied with. Her biggest battle had always been with herself, to be the best and strongest fighter who ever lived. Some mistook her for just an Innkeeper these days, not that she minded that, it gave her an advantage. Still that wasn't what she wanted to leave behind as her legacy.
So she worked like this, each morning practicing every technique she knew of. Each kick, punch and block being made in a speedy yet precise manner. Each movement accompanied by a small rush of air being displaced and a small shout to aid her breathing.
Inwardly she has no thoughts or emotions, there is nothing but her movements. Nothing but the kata and the fighting of imaginary foes. It was in this time she was truly at peace.
