Ezra jumped lightly onto one of the poles.
His foot landed squarely on its narrow surface, and he adjusted his balance almost immediately. Without hesitation, he placed his other foot on the pole beside it, shifting his weight with little effort.
He looked around the training room.
Poles covered the floor, arranged across a wide area like a fighting platform.
Their positions left little room for careless movements.
Anyone training here would have to pay attention to where they placed their feet, especially while moving between the poles.
Thud!
Thud!
The Servants of Ash carried the wooden crates into the room and placed them at its corners.
The sound of wood meeting the floor echoed through the space as they unloaded the remaining crates.
"Your training is simple, Ezra."
Duke Valentine's voice came from the entrance.
Ezra turned his head and saw the Duke standing there with his arms folded.
