aka_casanovaGiovanni's a far cry from the happiness of his last visit. He walks in pale and shocked, with an edge of grief, a sword hanging loosely from his hand, and sits down in the first chair he bumps into. The sword is laid across his knees and he sits, staring at it. Thinking.
After a while, he seems to reach a conclusion and gets up to head out to the lake area, where he begins practising solo sword forms. He's not very good - he has the idea of what he should be doing, but the muscle memory just isn't there.
Interruptable in either place.