Orym nods in understanding. "I'm the same way," he agrees. "I can only really clear my mind if I'm concentrating on doing something with my body."

The gym isn't closing yet, so there's no locking up. Orym leaves the equipment closet keys at the front desk, and they head out. It's cool night for late spring, but not cold. Most places in Abdar's Promenade are open fairly late, mostly shops, restaurants, and bars, so the street is still busy. Orym makes a righthand turn.

"Yeah, it's what I do to pay the rent these days." He gives a half shrug, lifting the shoulder that isn't holding his bag. "I like it. And it keeps me in good shape for doing stuff like aerial in my free time."