Training Hall?

Felix and Falcon stood frozen in the possible 'training hall'.

Their faces were confused as they couldn't understand whether they were in the right place or not.

"Why don't we try asking that bartender there?"

Falcon expressed, to which Felix nodded as they made their way to the bar counter.

A thin middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo-like outfit with his black hair slicked back was busy cleaning a wine glass with a cloth at the counter.

When he saw two young men approaching him, he placed the glass on the table and turned towards them with a friendly expression on his face.

"What would you like to drink, respected Sirs?"

As the two of them arrived here for a different purpose, they directly asked for his help.

"Umm, we're not here for any drinks. We just wanted to go to the training hall, but there...doesn't seem to be anything related to that here. Do you happen to know where we can find the training hall?"