Having changed to a sword from the lance he was given upon joining, he had been practicing his swordsmanship at the practice ground daily when he was not required to attend First Aid classes at the training room. If anyone was watching, it would be obvious he was not new to a sword as he could wield the weapon well, executing moves that would take years to master.

He wasn't that far away from Gandalf when he smelled smokes and stopped his training to look around. That was when his eyesight fall onto the culprit who was clearly polluting the air around them, when everyone was training no less. Sheathing his sword, he stalked to the old man who was one of his roommates and threw him a glare. "Stop smoking or go smoke elsewhere. You're polluting the air when the rest of us are training."