You've entered the Renowned Warriors' Guild of LakeShore; it is the Training Center for would-be gladiators, the local militia and the King's own Royal Pistoleers. Hundreds of soldiers, both young as well as old and either gender —to your utter surprise!!— are sparring at the pells or in small squads. Every now and then you hear a cry of pain. Apparently, some novice grew too careless in their lessons.