First, Joseph tries outmaneuvering the axman, it nearly works. Nearly. He's still to your left side, the swordman and spearman are in front of you and move together impressively as one. The notion that your weapon has greater reach doesn't seem to serve you all that well this time it seems as your stabbing motions are parried by the ax. The pair try to circle around you as all jostle for position, you trying to line them up, them trying to flank you. The pair try to attack you with a sword from the right and a spear from around the left of them. You dodge both.
The veteran calls out, "You get around him, the lot of you."
Second, You rush the axman, trying to run your spear to him, you miss, and he tries to counter, swinging his ax, unsuccessfully, overextending himself. You ram the shaft of your spear into his face. It doesn't break his nose, but it probably hurts quite a bit and he does drop the ax and head over towards the wall holding that face of his.
The veteran calls out, "And THAT'S why you keep the ax up. Heavy weapon; does lots of damage; does have to hit though!"
The swordman uses his shield and sword to protect the spearman behind him who does manage to poke you in the leg with his wooden spear. If it were metal, that might have hurt. You note the effectiveness of their formation. Its impressive and functional.
The veteran calls out, "Not just stabs with the spear; It's a knife on a stick for more than just poking!"
Right about then a blonde woman pokes her head in the door and asks, "Has anyone seen Fomrick?"
This upsets the Veteran who looks right at her poking her head in the door and shouts, "What the hell do you mean, he's right here sparing!"
She replies, "That's not Fomrick.... That's not even close...."
The veteran crankily replies, "Then who the hell is this guy!? What the flying ....? Stop it all of you morons!" He points right at you, "You! You didn't say a damn thing at all! Don't know or care who you are, give me that and take this!" He hands you your spear and grabs the wooden one out of your hands, "Get out! Get out you moron! Training isn't for just anyone! I hope you enjoyed the free sample, but it's over! SCRAM!"
He pokes you in the back with the wooden spear until you're all the way out the door, shouting unprintable profanities at you the entire way, and slamming the gate behind you. You're standing out in the central plaza having just been ushered out of the veteran's hall.
Night is approaching. What do you do?
The rest of you, are among the old monk as he kneels, eyes closed, in front of that spring inside his serene temple. Rivarin seems to have said you should go to the old road as the monk indicated.
Night is approaching. What do you do?