Part 2: Steps Towards Home
The heavy door opens without protest, revealing the sparring room within. As the door opened, Jevan could immediately hear the clatter of swords clashing against one another, the whir of blades and the clanging of shields.
The door opened just in time to see the door sentinel from earlier drop down into the pit from the opposite side. There, standing where he was, was Master Houndarel himself; bedecked in his full suit of armor, sword belted at his hip and a teardrop shield strapped to his arm.
"Master Freth," Houndarel Fey-Branche called from across the pit casually. "Come to get in one last scrimmage before graduation?"
The teacher waved his hand, gesturing to the square sand pit between them; three pairs and one trio of swordfighters, all minor nobles and commoners from the graduating class, drilled and practiced their techniques.
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