Clint steps up to the counter to make his presence known.

Darbrand Garmult stands back up again with a stack of papers in his arms similar to the one Clint had in his hand.

"Oh, hey it's you, what was your name again? It's been a minute, ready to work up a sweat, and show us what you got?" Darbrand hands him the latest newsletter.

Nodding, Clint puts away the newsletter noting briefly that the new smoothie machine had some new flavors available such as Dark Chocolate Peppermint, Tropical Mango-Berry, and Sweet Roll Cake.

"It's Clint, Clint Westwood."

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"Well Clint, my secretary is out today due to an unfortunate smoothie explosion and slippage accident. One of the helping hands accidentally over filled it and didn't put the top on tightly enough. It was a big mess."

"Hmm..." Clint stares at the machine suspiciously, a sign saying out of order next to it.

"Yeah, I got to pick up the proverbial slack, so I'm somewhat unavailable at the moment." Darbrand reaches down again and produces two baskets one with a set of loose training garb and a towel, the other basket empty.

"Go ahead and leave your weapons and any valuables here we'll lock them up and you can take this and use the changing room over there to the right." He points to the right with signs saying in common male and female, hanging above entrances to the apparent changing rooms.

"I'll get you set up with a trainer to evaluate where you're at and what training regimen we can tailor to you."