Lost Souls and Shattered Memories

Bruce made his way, somewhere. He didn't know. He just kept walking moving him to where he believe to he been previously. He found himself in an area, a training around something similar to something he had seen in China on a visit once when he was fifteen. He touched one of the wooden stumps, the roughness bringing a feeling of power, but weakness at the same time. He wondered what had happened here to cause this.

Nira was training, but had went inside to get water. When she walked outside she saw a unfamiliar man. Her eyebrow raised as she walked up behind him, "May I help you?" She asked as she put her hands on her hips.

Bruce looked at the shorter woman, shaking his head, "No." he responded with. When dealing with strangers it was less is more.