You step out through the training yard onto a twisting residential street, pausing to take in the sweet smell of the linfal trees ubiquitous to the Elvish Quarter. It is a bright but windy day, and the trees play a rousing tune as you walk out of the neighbourhood.
It is faster to travel by the main road, but you don't feel like making your way through the bustle of Allel Boulevard today. Instead you travel by the narrower tree-lined paths, whistling semi-tunefully and absently brushing your hand by the linfal trunks as they intrude into the roadway. The streets are not busy, but you pass by children playing and older elves working on the balconies of their homes. Slowly, the Great Tree becomes visible, then larger, towering above all else in the Quarter.
Frandal's is a large, two story building with a thatched roof to the south of the Shrine. You had never understood why he insisted on thatch that had to be replaced every year in an outporing of communal labour by his students. He certainly could have afforded something more permanent, but that was Frandal -- always stuck in his ways. Still, you had to admit his dojo had a certain feeling of warmth, and a great location. You quickly climb the spiral staircase around the tree in front of the hall, and step inside through the doors on the second floor balcony.