Sounds echoed through the Chapterhouse. A dull thumping sound, continuous in its beat. Almost musical.
Occasionally a strange sound is heard, more bestial than human. Waah! Tik! Hok! Followed by further rhythmic noises that call to mind a dance of some sort.
A note had been left in the Foyer that simply read: "Training in the Gym, all night, all welcome - Supplicant McCann". He didn't feel it really needed much more explanation than that. If his fellow Dragons wanted some one on one time he was happy to provide it, and if not? Well, these bags really needed softening up. They hadn't seen much use of late it seemed.
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