[Despite his love of scholarly pursuits, it's here at the training grounds where Regis finds some semblance of peace. Back within the dark winding halls of the Citadel, the old king would often watch from afar as the Glaives would train in the courtyard. It's been years since Regis last seen the battlefield but he still yearned for combat. Despite his reluctance for war, Regis is quite similar to the warlike Caelums of yore. He enjoys testing his mettle against the younger recruits, especially since he often catches them by surprise. No one expects him to still be able to wield a blade nevertheless weave a spell. Therefore, he takes great pride in his training now that he's no longer ailing because of the Crystal's might. He has Avalon itself to thank for that but it's his perseverance that leads him to victory.]

Enough! That will enough exercise for today. [He announces to the stalwart newcomers he decided to take under his wing. Much like many others who venture to the training halls, Regis likes to volunteer as an instructor within these halls.] We shall resume tomorrow at first light.

[Regis says as he helps the stewards place the practice swords back upon the nearby weapon racks. He doesn't have to assist them but he does so anyway. After being waited on hand and foot for most of his life, Regis takes some pride in being able to do for himself.]

Do not dare keep me waiting either. Punctuality is the key to success.

[He was placing one of the halberds back within the weapons rack when he spots a familiar figure nearby. He glances over towards the young man with a smile, completely unaware that the man nearby isn't his dear son.]

Noctis, what are you doing here?

[He says quickly as he continues with his work, completely unaware of his error.]