Compromises Made

"It's only been a week since that pipsqueek got here, and he's already this adept? Give me a break." 

Tristan muttered as he puffed the smoke left within his maw from the cigar he held, watching as the newly recruited Outlander sparred with Fai. 

It was a secluded dome arena within the vast foundation, formed of beige steel as lively, verdant grass lined the edges of the arena for the spectators to watch; all thanks to the nurturing, always active spells that supplied the sunless nature. 

"Kazuya, right? I guess the rumors are true about the powerhouse rookie! Maybe I'll bring him along with me on a quest." 

Sitting beside Tristan on the bench, an eccentric man wearing circular-rimmed glasses clapped his hands, cheering on the new Outlander.