Kro turned, and went over to the hatch of the treehouse. He turned himself to smoke, and seeped down around the edge of the locked hatch, and gently flowed across the air, towards the training area. Once there, he reformed, and sat upon one of the tables. Looking over the available training armaments, he wondered what kind of use most people could get from these mortal instruments of war. It was something that interested him quite deeply.
He whistled to himself as he inspected a pair of Tonfa, looking over the quality of the craft.