The room was darkened, the traditional waxen candles that lit it extinguished some time ago. All was still, save for the occasional rustling of the outside wind through the cracks in the ancient wooden door. But that, Shinsu assured himself, would not happen. He, Zura, and the others had worked too hard to educate those serfs in the arts of warfare. Now that their training with Master 'Yeshen had been completed, some had even left the keep to live amongst the serfs. Had Master 'Yeshen not been so insistent that Shinsu continue living within the keep, he would have gone out there as well.