Pryderi looks from the advertisment he had torn out of the local newspaper to the building he know stands in front of as his heart races. Never a fighter, he realised that he needed to learn something, just in case something came to get, especially with the shit going down recently. He had seen the Fair Folk Dojo ad and decided then and there that he wouldn't be a victim again. With his trusty guitar strapped over his shoulder, Pryderi walks through the front entrance to find out what is on offer.