Heather doesn't learn Mortals names. She can't. They're too fleeting, too ephemeral. It's just something that she's come to live with.

"Hand to hand? Gods, it's been... a while." About thirty years or so. She's always more focused on her sword skills than anything else. She probably shouldn't be, but it's a hazard of using the sword to protect her life.

She shakes out one leg and then the other. "So why don't you lead this session, hm?"