Bruunach went through several forms, practicing his style of martial art. The draenei had on a pair of cloth pants, with his chest bared. His limbs all worked a mindless pattern, even involving his tail at times. He had sweat glistening across his skin and broke from his rhythm. "Why do I never see you training?" He muttered in a whisper with a sidelong glance.
"Because I am fine with not living up to my true potential," he answered abruptly, it was more of a blunt answer one not entirely true but he hoped the words might cause the Auchenai to leave him be.Moments past before he finally spoke again, he couldn't just leave it at that, for all his want to be callous now he could not force it always. "There is little training I require that I have not already received. My specialty is the art of healing and thankfully individuals are not lining up for me to practice on." Even before everything turned upside down a second time for the draenei he had been a shirker of his training and duties. As for training what little he was doing was with the Dictator of the mornings, and only because he knew he had to protect Saashenka if they did return to the ruins of the Fireland's for the woman's selfish desires.