Merian hadn’t planned on stopping by the training room after the pool, yet here she was. That training with the knight-captain had done a number on her. Not only was she making an effort to return to regular meditation, she actively sought out sparring sessions for the first time since the academy. And it was paying off. Cleared after Moltok, fresh off of Dubrillion, the knight’s confidence was soaring like a seabird.
There wasn’t much activity in the sparring room. At the other end of it, Merian saw what had to be a squire and a knight-instructor in the middle of a lesson. But there was another man, seemingly standing around. Merian took her chance. She dropped off her bag to the side, her hair still damp from the pool, and went to him. Taller than her by a head, well-built, but younger, she thought. He’d make for a challenge.
“Knight. You seem like you’re waiting for someone.”
@Alhon