Pushing open a large door, Ulrick entered a massive cave, with a domed ceiling that was slick, almost like it had not been carved, but shaped.
Inside the room, close to a hundred young men were currently training, be it sparring with blades, or target practice with magic, taking up most of the space.
All but a center ring was occupied.
And it was in this center ring that Ulrick was heading.
As he got closer, the ground started shifting in the center, a small platform rising, made of the same stone as the rest of the room. Ulrick walked directly to the platform, stopping before it.
Whispers started spreading amongst the young men as they watched the guardian of their family walk past them.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Why is Guardian Ulrick down in the training room?"
"No, I see him too. But he never comes down here."
"I wonder what brings him here. Has he come to choose a disciple? I thought his son was the next Guardian."