Cyrus considered Geran's words for a while before being gestured to vacate the room alongside him. He wasn't looking forward to the coming days, despite his usual adventure and danger-searching nature. As they re-sealed the panel behind them, Cyrus watched Geran go off into the direction of the dining hall, presumably to wish the Jarl farewell, such is the common formality in responsibility as the host.
Cyrus heeded Geran's suggestions, and headed straight to the sparring room. Edwyn and Jaygue were already present, as were a few other early finishers of the feast. They were all ready to spar, to work off the many calories that the substantial food had gained them. Edwyn offered a sparring request, to which a newly-entered Geran accepted.
Cyrus himself headed towards one of the dummies, and took a southpaw stance, readying himself to touch up in his unarmed skills. Unlike many of the Witchers in the Brotherhood, Cyrus' combat prowess didn't rely on weaponry, not even spells. Cyrus' speciality was in hand-to-hand fighting. He had no rival in the guild, everyone who had challenged him in a ring had lost, heavily. He carried a sword as back-up when going into battle, but he preferred using his body to disable his foes, or the environment if necessary. A glass shard in the leg of a overshadowing opponent worked just as well as any dagger.
His martial capabilities were based mainly on boxing and improvised techniques, although he had been trained in many official 'schools' of unarmed combat, such as Elsweyrian D'Kras and Hjang-Mo. Given a sword, Cyrus was decent, but by no means a master, and was much better off facing a foe with his fists than with a sword, although one-on-one, with the enemy focused only on him, he was at a huge disadvantage.
Cyrus, now ready to strike the inanimate target, landed a quick jab to the dummy's face, followed by an elbow strike to it's temple with his other arm, and a punch to the gut with the former. He danced on his toes, ready for his next combo, but was interrupted by Geran loudly beckoning Edwyn to follow him, claiming he heard something at the main door. Cyrus watched them walk out of the door, subsequently followed by Jaygue. His curiosity got the better of his wish to train, and he in turn followed too.
They got to the main door to see Ambrosia, an efficient, if somewhat uptight High Elf at the door, questioning some unknown visitor. She seemed startled by Geran's appearance and questioning of his own, but informed him of the situation. A strange, almost maniac sound came from the other side of the reinforced door. The words were muffled, as Cyrus was too far away to pick up on any audible words, but every sentence rhymed in couples.
Judging from Ambrosia and Geran's exchange of words, it seemed they had attracted a jester, a crazed fool to their door. Cyrus couldn't help but chuckle at the reality. His near-silent chuckle became a semi-loud, audible laugh as Edwyn replied with a little rhyme of his own. He found the lunacy of the situation hilarious. Geran requested that the doors be opened, and the Jester be let inside, a strange decision from a man of usual caution.
The jester was clothed in the most unorthodox, ludicrous garments, the attire of a traditional, long-extinct royal fool, colourful and ridiculous. He strolled in with the same stupid smile on his face as the crazed happiness his voice had shown. Geran asked him of his reason to be here, to which the Jester replied;
"Would you let me stay until the sun's return? You ask what I'm doing here. If I didn't have a reason I would have just disappeared. Couldn't I ask you just the same? Let's start out by addressing each other by name!"
Cyrus chuckled again. This man was truly batplops insane.
