A man wearing a black duster with a shotgun and axe made of some strange substance wanders into the building once again, lighting up a smoke and taking a drag he'd simply settle down upon a bench while staring towards the door. "Kinda late, but eh. Door's open so they must not care here. Maybe someone will come in looking to spar I guess." He chuckles while glancing around the building, it's just that kind of night by his standards. Most are, though generally, he goes in for more high stakes combat than simple training. This'll do with how quiet it's been. He leans back against a wall, eyes narrowed slightly while smiling. "Now to begin the hard part. Waiting and seeing what happens."