[The weather still runs cold in the new year, the hints of spring still several weeks away. In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, Hendrik finds more reason than not to be in his quarters. Yesterday was spent doting on Obsidian, pent up in the stables when not allowed to walk on the frost-glazed field. Today's time is spent polishing his array of weapons, a few of which have gathered a bit of dust between his preference for his greatsword and a somewhat more lax training regimen because of the season.
That is why he is in his room when Jasper enters, though his attention is on neither Jasper or what is in his hands. But the large double doors opening is quite difficult to miss, and he looks up from his desk, where he sits with a longsword across his lap and an axe and poleaxe on the desktop.]
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That is why he is in his room when Jasper enters, though his attention is on neither Jasper or what is in his hands. But the large double doors opening is quite difficult to miss, and he looks up from his desk, where he sits with a longsword across his lap and an axe and poleaxe on the desktop.]
Jasper? Are you in need of something?