Fairly quiet was the one who observed, caught in passing. He knew about battle and all kinds of defense - he needed to as the Lord of a House that specialized in assassination, though their assassinations were done with herbs and other things instead of using a blade to shank the target.

Brown eyes watched the local drunk with a hint of curiosity. He wasn't keen on stopping his work, everyone had their tasks to do and this seemed to be one Coldmountain had. Leaning lightly on his paws, he weighed his choices - he could carry on like happened, he could ignore the Viscount and continue along his path and his own tasks, he could remain watching, or he could lend a han- paw. A paw.

Giving a faint puff of breath, he made his way over to the direwolf, clearing his throat as he gave a soft "Good day!" he would greet. Observing him for a moment more, "Setting up the dummies to train? Do you have trainees today or is it more personal?" he would speak jovially. Not everyone was keen on talking but well ... he didn't quite care about that. He'd take whatever response he got and roll with it, even if he was told off or thrown a punch. That was part of his personality, he enjoyed getting under other's skin when it gave him a good show, or when it meant tat he could wheedle something out of them. He didn't usually pick fights, but if he was met with aggression he usually responded back with it in some form.

Unlike most of the people within the kingdom, Mari didn't know Coldmountain as a drunk. In fact, she didn't know him at all. Not yet, at the very least. She had heard mutters here and there about pretty much all of the prominent names within the Houses of Halcyone, however. Members of the kingdom certainly did seem to like to gossip. She never joined in, of course, but she did occasionally like listening, just so that she was up to date with certain things. Everyone's opinions over Coldmountain seemed rather... mixed, however. He seemed to be a rather divisive figure, with many seeming to either love him or hate him. Mari had never been one to lean on the hate side of things, though, so she wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Just until she was able to meet him properly, and see what he was actually like. It seemed as though this was finally her lucky day – or her very unlucky one, depending on who you asked.

When she came upon Coldmountain and Jasper, Mari blinked in surprise at what the other was doing. Despite the group being a kingdom and all, she hadn't actually seen very many people training just yet. It was a pleasant surprise, though, and it brought back some rather happy memories, of old friends with similar workaholic natures. It was because of this that she had a bright smile on her face as she approached, fluffy tail held high in the air. She waved her tail in greeting to both Cold and Jasper, her voice warm as she spoke up, "Hello there! I don't believe we're met yet..." That particular statement was directed at Coldmountain, considering she had met Jasper at his home. With her chestnut colored gaze moving over towards the dummies, Mari then asked, "Is your training open to everyone, or are there specific groups of trainees?" Were there something like squires within the group? Knights? That certainly seemed like an interesting career choice if so.