Lambert crosses his arms, surveying the room. He's not entirely certain all of the people here are part of the repairs team, but whatever, it's not his meeting. He's just here to give his spiel.

"The Ringmaster agreed to clear some space for a training yard," is what he leads with, bluntly. "Performers have the tents for practicing their acts, but there isn't really anywhere dedicated for sparring, target practice, or improving general physical endurance. Something like that needs equipment -- and people to build it. That's where you come in." The witcher looks around the room with that faint, ever-present sneer on his mouth. He's not making fun of you, guys, he just can't help his face being that way.

"You up to it?"